Luna Valerius “You have to run, Luna,” I whispered to myself. “If you stop, the monster they talk about will become real. Run from becoming a wolf. If they don’t want you, then you don’t want them. Remember that.” But only ten minutes later, a pair of glowing eyes appeared through the thick mist between the trees. Then another. And another. They weren’t wolves. They were in human form, but they moved with an animal agility, circling me. “Look what we have here,” one of them said. His voice was sharp as a paper cut. “The Alpha’s new toy came out to taste the rain. Let’s have a taste of her.” I stumbled back, but my spine hit a solid trunk. It wasn’t a tree. It was Dante, Silas’s right hand, the one I’d seen at the castle gate. He was in human form, wearing only black leather pants; fresh claw marks on his chest were still bleeding. I thought only hunters were after me. Were wolves now attacking each other, too? “I told you to leave, didn’t I?” Dante said, his voice dripping w
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