Vanessa's POV
I crouched in my hidden camp, binoculars pressed to my eyes, watching *her*.
Sophie Knight. The precious Luna. Walking through Shadow Ridge like she owned the place.
Because she did. She'd taken everything that should have been destroyed.
My camp was fifteen miles from Shadow Ridge borders—close enough to watch, far enough to avoid detection. I'd been here for a week, living on stolen supplies and whatever I could hunt.
My so-called allies? Gone. The rogues scattered after the failed attack. Harold was dead. Tom was imprisoned.
I was alone.
But that was fine. I worked better alone anyway.
Through the binoculars, I watched Christian walking with Sophie's support. He was healing. Getting stronger. And she was right there beside him, pumping him full of
