Chrystal choked back a sob. She felt Castian’s jaw shift. His tight response vibrated through his chest, warming more than just her tired, bruised body.
“To a place where Moonblaze can’t follow,” he rumbled.
“The Rogue camp?” she whispered back.
His arms tightened around her, and she closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace, however restricted.
He was doing it again. Touching her. But never letting her touch him.
She could smell Darius’ blood, Klaric’s blood, his blood, and her own. But his rich scent pushed through them all – wild pine and rain. It refreshed her.
She felt him inhale at the top of her head. A small smile formed on her lips. I wonder what he smells! she pondered weakly, even as she flushed beneath him, facing forward.
“They’ll leave us behind, little Luna. We can’t
