The Order
Gaps are forming, too wide and too dangerous.
I scan the carnage, my heart twisting. On the right, Noel and the Moon Goddess’s granddaughter fight back to back, deadly and precise. On the left, Annalise’s mates and family battle relentlessly, their movements a blur of claws and impressive fighting skill. But my mates—
Where are they?
I close my eyes, reaching through the bond, frantic as my heart races. Two of the bonds are steady, reassuring despite the turmoil. But the third—
The third flickers. Faint. Weak. Like a candle drowning in the dark.
Bab Populer