NataliaI stared up at the man who claimed to be my brother, my mind reeling. The resemblance was undeniable—the same eyes, the same bone structure, even the same stubborn set to his jaw that Damon always made fun of me for.“Who are you?” I blurted out.“David.” He took a step closer. “My name is D
I tackled the rogue from behind, driving him away from my son. We rolled across the ground, his claws searching for my throat while I tried to keep my knife between us. He was stronger than me, and with only one good arm, I was losing.“Natalia!”Andrei’s desperate shout came from somewhere behind m
NataliaAndrei and I immediately jumped into action, forgetting our brief tryst. He grabbed his knife from beside the sleeping bag while I reached for the silver-tipped blade I’d tucked under my pillow.We crept to the tent opening, and Andrei listened for a few moments before he held up three finge
That did make me laugh, actually laugh, and the sound felt foreign in my throat. When was the last time I’d laughed? Yesterday? A week ago? The days had started blurring together. It could have been years and I wouldn’t have known.“See?” Andrei said softly. “There’s my girl.”My laughter turned int
NataliaBy the time we finally stopped for the evening, I was completely exhausted. Not physically, because we spent most of the day sitting in the car, but emotionally—from watching Max grow paler and more still with each passing hour.Around sunset, we found a small clearing surrounded by dense pi
NataliaDamon set the book down on the table between us and pointed to the page it was open to. The paper was yellowed and crinkled with age, and the text was fading, but it was legible.“This passage mentions a group of survivors who fled north after the Bloodmoon massacre. It says they established