Chapter 88: The Gathering Storm
The sky above was eerily silent, a deep crimson hue stretching across the horizon like the final breath of twilight. The trees stood still, their branches swaying gently in a breeze that felt more like a whisper of what was to come. Luna stood amidst the shattered remnants of the clearing, her body aching, her soul rattled. But she was standing. And that was enough—for now.
Ryder remained by her side, his gaze fixed on the space where the woman had vanished. The last echoes of her scream had faded, but its chill still clung to the air. It hadn’t been a death cry—no, it was something worse. A promise. A warning. A vow of vengeance that neither of them could ignore.
Luna clutched her stomach, feeling the faint flutter of life within her. The child was still
