The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 471

Gideon’s POV

Sebastian and I stepped out of the tent, back into the mud and the rain, and looked around.

“Which way?” he asked.

I crouched down and pressed my hand to the ground. The rain had washed away most of the tracks, but there were still faint impressions in the mud. Bootprints, heading further east.

“This way.”

We took off running without question. The forest was a mess of shadows and rain, branches whipping at our faces as we pushed through. I felt one cut my cheek, but I wiped away the blood and kept moving, because I knew that every second counted; every second we wasted was another second that rogue had with Avery.

The thought of what he might be doing to her made my vision go red. I pushed harder, ignoring the ache in my muscles and the burning in my lungs. Sebastian moved beside me without a sound, and when I glanced at him, his jaw was set hard and his eyes were dark with fury.

His concern for her was palpable. I had to give him that.

We ran for what felt like hours but, realistically, it was probably only a few minutes. The bootprints grew fainter as the rain picked up, but I didn’t need them anymore. I could smell blood now. Fresh blood, mixed with the rain and mud.

I skidded to a stop.

There, on the ground, I spotted a dark stain spreading across the wet earth.

I dropped to my knees and touched it. My fingers came away red.

“Is that hers?” Sebastian asked.

I brought my hand to my nose and inhaled. The scent hit me immediately. It was Avery’s blood, that much was for certain. But something was off. There was something else mixed in with it. The sharp, slightly rancid tang of a rogue’s blood.

“Both,” I said, standing. “Hers and his.”

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