I lay curled near the fence, blood seeping through my torn garments, fingers trembling. No one came. No one looked.
When I finally lifted my head, Draven was cradling Myrielle, panic etched into his face, calling her name with a rawness I had never heard directed at me.
Moments later, he swept her into his arms and ran toward the pack convoy, shouting orders. Within seconds, they were gone.
And I was left behind—alone in the dirt.
No one noticed my fall. No one saw the blood. No one cared.
I stared at the burning sky, an eerie calm spreading through my chest.
So this is how it feels… when a heart finally dies.
I forced myself up, my body shaking and every breath burning with pain. With trembling fingers, I pulled out my crystal-comm and made the call.
When the call connected, Calder’s attendant answered, voice steady and respectful.
“Luna Lunessa?”
I swallowed. “Have my grandmother and father been relocated to the safehold?”
“Yes,” he replied. “Everything proceeded according to your instructions. They’re secure.”
“…Good.” My voice barely existed.
I ended the call. My eyes stung, but not a single tear fell.
Seconds later, my crystal-comm buzzed. My Wolf-law-speaker.