Crippled Luna's Farewell: Half A Life Without My Alpha's Deadly Deception

Chapter 53

Chapter 53

The night was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made Sarah’s instincts sharpen. She stood beside her car, the cold wind brushing against her face, carrying a faint metallic scent. Her wolf stirred uneasily.

**Blood.**

The mysterious man moved with an awkward yet purposeful gait, clutching his side.

Blood seeped through his fingers, staining his dark clothes.

Her wolf growled low in her mind, a warning,

This man wasn’t just dangerous… he was lethal.

“Need a ride,” the man said, his voice gravelly, with an undertone that made her skin prickle. “To the Gawadar Airport. Now.”

Sarah studied him, her expression calm though her pulse quickened.

“Alright,” she replied evenly, unlocking the car.

As he climbed into the passenger seat, she noticed the faint glint of a gun in his hand. He didn’t bother concealing it.

The drive began in tense silence, but the man broke it soon enough.

His tone was cold and deliberate.

“If you so much as think of taking a detour.. toward the police or anywhere else.. I’ll end you. Right here. Silver bullet.”

Sarah gripped the steering wheel, her face betraying no emotion.

Inside, her wolf Lena raged at the threat.

The silver bullet was one of the most lethal ways to use it against a werewolf, but who the hell was he? Was he a rogue wolf?

a hunter, maybe even an orc from the nearby territories?

of answering, she

by the faint glow of her

scent of blood in the confined space grew stronger, so thick it made her

tone neutral. “There’s some emergency medicine

need it.”

man turned his head to look at her, his sharp eyes

she thought she caught a flicker of something… surprise, or maybe doubt. He didn’t respond, and she didn’t press

rest of the ride passed

mind raced, analyzing every

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way he carried himself.. all pointed

the man spoke again.

parked on the shoulder of the deserted road.

man’s grip on his weapon remained firm

medicine?” she asked, her

answer, stepping out

moment, he hesitated, glancing

expression was inscrutable, and before she could decipher it, he turned and disappeared into

her wolf pacing

man lingered… his scent,

fear she felt, but a deep

later, from her vantage point, she saw him board a freighter docked

off the water as it prepared

the ship, the man stumbled into a

from his wounds, staining

into a chair, gritting his teeth as he unwrapped the blood–soaked fabric.

crackled to life in his head.

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