Chapter 12: The New Luna
The engine of the sports car roared like a dying beast as we tore down the highway.
Rain lashed against the windshield blurring the world outside into streaks of gray and black. I sat in the passenger seat shivering despite the heater blasting hot air. My skin still felt the phantom crawl of the gas. My lungs still burned with the memory of wolfsbane.
But it was the man beside me who terrified me the most.
Kaelen drove with one hand on the wheel. His knuckles were white. His jaw was set in a line of granite. He had not spoken a word since we left the penthouse. He didn't need to speak. The air in the small cabin was thick with his rage. It was a suffocating heavy pressure that tasted of ozone and bloodlust.
He reached out with his free hand.
He didn't look at
