Scarred By The Moon
I hadn’t expected their cruelty, nor how easily they dismissed their own Alpha’s safety, as if it meant nothing at all.
As the sounds of the cafeteria swallowed them, my thoughts shifted to Grace’s letter, the one that had brought me into these woods and into this storm. I scanned the room, hoping for a glimpse of her, but there was nothing. Just the same empty hope I had every day.
When I stepped into Adrian’s quarters, I wasn’t prepared for what I found. The room smelled of whiskey and exhaustion, the air heavy with silence. Adrian sat slumped in a chair, his head in his hand, surrounded by bottles scattered across the table like evidence of a losing battle.
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