The Stand-In Luna
He didn't even have a chance to shift.
Lucas's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his own blood flowing down his body. He stumbled, trying to flee down the hill. His hand clutched his bleeding throat, his breaths ragged and shallow. I followed him, silent, every step heavy with the weight of what had happened. Carina.
All the lives his cruelty had destroyed.
When he collapsed, finally unable to go further, I stepped forward, vial in hand.
“No one will mourn your wicked soul,” I whispered, my voice trembling with both fury and grief. “Not after all you’ve done.”
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