Alpha’s Dark Redemption
“Not a damn thing.”
“They’re not walking,” Damon whispered, voice trembling now. “They’re floating. They don’t have faces.”
My heart clenched. Spirits.
“Sweetheart,” I said softly, trying to keep my voice steady, “what are they doing?”
He swallowed. “They keep saying he’s coming.”
“Who?” I asked, already knowing.
“The man with red eyes,” he said. “He smells like fire and metal.”
Could it be Jonathan?
The name sliced through me like glass. My wolf rose instantly, bristling inside me. Vera turned from the window, cursing under her breath. “If the kid can sense him, he’s close.”
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