Chapter thirty one
The fallen warrior's breath was a shallow, wet rattle against the forest floor. Luna knelt beside him, her fingers pressing into the matted, blood-soaked fur of his neck. A pulse flickered beneath her touch—faint, stuttering, but stubborn. The scent of copper was overwhelming, mingling with the damp rot of the forest floor.
"Get him to the healers , I don't think his body wii heal on its own," Luna commanded, her voice cutting through the stunned silence of the clan like a cold blade. "Now!"
As the scouts rushed forward to lift the broken wolf, Luna rose slowly. Her gaze fixed on the jagged trail of crimson that disappeared into the deep forest . The air felt heavy, charged with the metallic tang of iron and the lingering scent of woodsmoke from the camp. She turned to the Alphas, her eyes glowing with a flat, predatory light.
