The man holding her had no scent, which concerned Misty more than anything else. Had he been following her long? How long had he been on her trail? She knew he had a good grip on her and couldn’t move, but she was sure she would get free sooner or later. However, those plans were shattered when he injected something into her neck.
“Don’t worry, Little Luna; we will take good care of you.” He leered at her, and breathing in her ear made her want to hurl. But instead, fear overwhelmed her as darkness started to take over her body.
‘I got to fight this.’ She kept repeating over and over in her mind.
Once her body grew limp, the man picked her up and threw her over his shoulder; she looked around at the woods and knew they were moving through the neutral area. She continued to look at her b
