Alex’s POV

We manage to put some distance between us and Jaxon, but I can still sense his presence somewhere behind us in the darkness. He’s persistent and determined, like a hunting dog that’s caught our scent and won’t give up until he finds us.

Luna is running beside, but something about her body language tells me she’s not happy about the rescue. I expected gratitude or relief, but instead she seems tense and almost angry.

“Luna,” I say quietly as we continue moving. “Are ...