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

by

space grew stronger, so thick it made her

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

need it.”

turned his head to look at her,

caught a flicker of something… surprise, or maybe doubt.

ride passed in

mind raced, analyzing

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his injuries, the way he carried himself.. all pointed to someone experienced

man spoke again.

and parked on the shoulder

remained firm as he opened the

medicine?” she

stepping out into the

he hesitated, glancing

decipher it,

him go, her wolf pacing restlessly in her mind.

about the man lingered… his scent, his presence.

fear she felt, but a deep

saw him board a freighter docked at the harbor.

lights reflected off the water as it

stumbled into a dimly lit

from his wounds, staining the makeshift bandages

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

to life in his

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