The Lost Luna of Mystic Shadows
Her victim, Jackie Miller, needed my attention more.
“Jackie, it’s Sage. If you can hear me, sweety, please squeeze my hand,” I whispered in her ear. Thankfully, she squeezed my hand. I knew for sure that Jackie was eighteen, because we had a party for her just before the fire at Hardwick.
“Good girl. Jackie’s wolf, please make sure you are healing her. We don’t want her to turn out like Naomi, fighting for her life still,” I whispered again.
Jessica stopped screaming, and her head whipped around to face me.
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