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Chapter 43

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Luna's POV

The shouts from behind me grew louder, but I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. I could hear the dogs too, their frantic barking drawing nearer, but I didn’t stop.

Gunshots rang out. I flinched at the sound, but my legs didn’t falter.

A sharp turn, and I found myself on the edge of a cliff. The wind whipped at my face, carrying the scent of salt and earth, and below me, a steep drop. The ground was rocky, uneven, and it was clear, there was nowhere else to go.

I stopped for a breath, and then they were upon me, dozens of men, each one moving in to surround me. They had no idea what I was capable of. I gripped the baton I’d snatched from one of them, my fingers slick with sweat as I steadied my stance.

“Stay back,” I growled, though my voice shook with exhaustion.

They didn’t listen. Of course, they didn’t. The first man lunged at me, and I swung with everything I had. The metal of the baton crashed into his skull, and he crumpled to the ground with a sickening thud.

But that w
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