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?

entirely.. a hunter, maybe even an

of answering, she focused

by the faint glow of her

of blood in the confined space grew stronger, so

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

need it.”

look at her, his sharp

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

the ride passed in strained quiet.

raced, analyzing

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way he carried himself.. all pointed to someone experienced

again. “Pull over.

slowed the car and parked on the

on his weapon remained

medicine?” she asked, her

stepping out into

he hesitated, glancing back at her.

she could decipher it, he turned

him go, her wolf pacing restlessly in

the man lingered… his scent, his presence.

felt, but

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

reflected off the water as it prepared to depart.

stumbled into a dimly

from his wounds, staining the makeshift bandages he’d hastily applied.

a chair, gritting his teeth as

to life in his

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