His words end in a gurgle as the stranger’s fist punches a hole through his chest.
But the damage is done. The stranger collapses to one knee, pressing his hand to his bleeding stomach.
“s**t,” he mutters, his voice strained with pain.
I stare at him in shock, my fevered mind struggling to process what has just happened. This man—this impossibly attractive, clearly powerful man—just killed three trained warriors to save me.
But now he’s dying from wolfsbane poisoning, and I have no idea who he is or why he risked his life for a nobody like me.
I scramble toward Luna’s still form by the tree. My hands tremble as I gently touch her small body, feeling for any sign of life.
A weak meow escapes her throat, and relief floods through me so intensely, I nearly sob. “Luna? Luna, come on, gir
