The resemblance was uncanny. I’d only seen Jason’s Luna once at a gathering—dark hair, striking face, proud posture. This wolf carried the same energy in every step, the same aura. Even the damn amulet around her neck matched her status.
That was all the proof I needed.
She broke through another half-formed line, forcing my soldiers to tighten the ring. She wasn’t going down easy. A part of me respected that.
I stepped forward as the noose tightened. “Enough,” I said, my voice cold.
The sound of it cut through the air, and though she didn’t stop, she turned toward me again. Her body tensed. Her ears twitched.
“Tranquilize her,” I ordered quietly. “She’s worth more alive than dead.”
A hiss of darts followed. She twisted away from the first, dodged the second, but the third struck true
