A sleek, black helicopter descends from the violet sky, its rotors beating the choppy water into a frenzy. It lands on the reinforced deck of the nearest destroyer. General Croft and Ambassador Vance are waiting on the flight deck, their faces grim, their eyes locked on our submersible.
Kade helps me to my feet. His legs are shaking, but his Alpha aura flares, a subtle, commanding presence that cuts through the chaotic wind. Lean on me, he projects. Let them see the Luna.
I nod, wrapping my arm around his waist, and we step out onto the deck of the destroyer. Asher and Elara are carried out on stretchers by the UN medics, followed closely by Margot and Lilith.
General Croft steps forward, her military bearing rigid, but her eyes betray a deep, profound exhaustion. "Luna. Alpha. You’re b
