"You're not losing me," I replied, running my fingers through her hair. "Touch anything real, and you'll feel me there. I'll be reality itself. That means I'll be touching you always. Every moment of your life, I'll be there."

"It's not the same."

"No. But it's what we have."

We made love slowly, carefully, memorizing every touch. When dawn came, we lay tangled together, neither wanting to let go.

"I love you," Luna said.

"I love you too. Always. Even when I'm everything, you'll still be the most important thing."

The ritual preparation took all of the next day. Every supernatural species contributed. Werewolves provided pack bonds. Vampires gave blood...