Loria’s POVWe moved like a river of ghosts.I lead the way with Simon on my left. Our hands never separating. The line of travoises stretched out behind us—wolves pulling the injured, the young, the broken—but no one lagged. Andy, glowing faintly with threads of magic, had conjured lanterns that floated gently above several packmates, casting warm orbs of light that bobbed through the dusk like fireflies made of gold.It was eerie. Beautiful, even. And wrong, because it should’ve been peaceful. It should’ve been safe.But instead it was survival.We skirted the edges of the city, staying off the main roads. I led us unerringly, cutting through alleys and over broken fences, always ahead of the fear that nipped at our heels. They trusted my feet, even if they didn’t understand where I was taking them.I could feel the tension from Simon through the bond. I could feel his curiosity as much as the sorrow, greif, pain, and helplessness. “Loria,” he murmurs low leaning in, “babe where e
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