SHE'S THE LUNA I WANT
Aside from Amara, I had no fucking idea how I would face Jacob if something happened to his son.
But before he could answer, I heard footsteps approaching, and my body swiveled in the direction where I heard them. It took a while, but Jace finally appeared.
Only then was I able to let out the breath I was holding.
Contrary to what I was thinking, Jace looked calm and satisfied as he carried the head of one dead moose over his shoulder, holding tightly to its antlers. He no longer wore a t-shirt, and his jeans were ripped at the bottom. He had traces of blood everywhere and scratches on his body, but they were healing. He looked okay to me.