CHASING HIS LUNA BACK
His pain was relentless, raw, each wave stabbing through me as if it were my own flesh being carved apart.
Dalton was waiting outside, his eyes sharp, jaw locked as though he had already anticipated what I would say.
“Luna,” he greeted, voice steady, though I could see the tension in his shoulders. “What did you see?”
“Not enough,” I replied hoarsely, forcing my wolf back into calmness though my blood screamed for vengeance. “But I know where to begin. We head to the ruins of the old camp. That’s where the trail lies.”
Dalton frowned, glancing past me toward the distant treeline. “The ruins are still crawling with their filth. The witches laced it with wards, the rogues guard it like a shrin
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