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?

something else entirely.. a hunter, maybe even an orc from the nearby

of answering, she focused

stretched ahead, illuminated only by the faint glow of

in the confined space grew stronger, so

heavily,” she remarked, her tone neutral. “There’s some emergency medicine in the glove

need it.”

to look at her, his sharp eyes

something… surprise, or

ride passed in strained

mind raced, analyzing

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man’s build, his injuries, the way he carried himself.. all

again. “Pull over.

parked on the shoulder of

his weapon remained firm as he opened the door.

going to use the medicine?” she

didn’t answer, stepping out into the shadows.

moment, he hesitated, glancing

expression was inscrutable, and before she could decipher it, he

wolf

lingered… his scent, his presence.

fear she felt,

from her vantage point, she saw him board a

of its lights reflected off the water

man stumbled into a

his wounds, staining the makeshift bandages he’d hastily

chair, gritting his teeth as he unwrapped the blood–soaked

life in his head.

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