The Lunar Legacy
“But I can’t let you run back to your pack, can I?”
Finn’s eyes widened, a plea forming on his lips, but Zane moved faster. His claws extended, sharp and black, and he slashed across Finn’s throat in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprayed, hot and crimson, splattering the stone as Finn’s body slumped to the ground, his blue eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. The pack didn’t flinch—they were used to Zane’s cruelty—but the air grew heavier, the scent of death mingling with the damp.
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