CHASING HIS DEAD LUNA
ADRIAN
Dead. That’s what they told me. Six years ago, standing in the ash and the ruin of my mother’s house, the pack’s best trackers confirmed what the fire had already said. Nobody, no remains. Nothing that could be identified as anything, just ash and the smell of accelerant and the end of everything.
I had stood there and felt the mate bond go cold inside my chest and I had not moved for a very long time.
I keep coming back to that night. The way the smoke smelled. The way Cassian had to physically pull me back from the doorway because I was trying to walk into a building that had already collapsed in on itself, like there was still something to save, like six hours hadn’t already passed