Lila’s POV
The drive back to Portland felt long and painfully slow. Marcus and I barely spoke, both of us were lost in our own thoughts, each haunted by what we’d witnessed in Mira’s kitchen. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her smile as the light drained from her body, and heard her final words about showing the world what it meant to threaten.. The… Luna.
The pendant felt heavy against my chest, warm and pulsing. I kept touching it through my shirt, trying to reassure myself it was real, that her death had meant something.
We arrived at Marcus’s apartment late Sunday night. He’d packed the car with boxes from Mira’s place, books on ancient wolf lore, supplies that would be useful in isolation, and maps to his ranch. Everything we’d need to disappear completely.
“Get some rest,” Mar
