(Kassius)
Four years.
It's been four f*****g years since my Luna tried to kill me and proceeded to run away. Damn was she close too, barelly missing a major artery in my neck when she slashed at my throat and chest.
Fuck. Why did that make me even more obsessed with her? After seeing her wolf's sheer size and feeling the power she exuded, I knew no one else would ever be my mate but her.
It had to be her.
Glancing in the mirror, I unbottoned the top of my shirt, eyeing the long silver claw marks my mate left on me. A reminder that she was still out there. My little Lumi.
The rogues I've sent to retrieve her have been f*****g useless. Most being killed off and unable to give me the exact location of where she was last seen. By the time we found their bodies, her scent had been lo
