Tfsac
His lips had parted ever so slightly, yet no words came out. They simply couldn't. Raw, overwhelming confusion was carved into every line of his face, so stark and unguarded that it was impossible to mistake.
His brows remained tightly drawn together, his eyes unfocused as though his mind was desperately trying to piece together fragments of a puzzle that refused to fit. It was the expression of a man whose entire understanding of reality had just been violently shattered.
Seeing that look on Daniel's face only sent my own thoughts spiraling faster.
My mind raced frantically, struggling to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before us. No matter how hard I searched for a logical explanation, I came up empty.
Who could possibly possess the audacity—the sheer, suicidal recklessness—to impersonate the Moonbridge Pack and carry out something so monstrous?
