Beneath The Moon's Bite
I stepped forward, but one of them spoke first, his voice sounded deep, and inhuman.
“There he is,” he said. “The Lunar Omega.”
Luca backed up, eyes darting to me. “Rafe…?”
I started toward him.
Then a dart flew from the shadows, silver-tipped, soaked in wolfsbane and hit Luca square in the side.
He gasped and tumbled.
I screamed his name.
He collapsed into the river’s edge, convulsing.
The last thing I saw was one of the rogues lifting his limp
body over his shoulder, and stepping into the shadows.
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