The Sickened Luna's Last Chance novel Chapter 482

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Chapter 482

Ella’s POV

“What the fuck?”

My mother and I stood in the empty living room, staring at the space that had once been full of life, chatter, and the warmth of a crackling fire. Now, it was dark and cold and completely devoid of the man who had once called this place home.

“Where did everything go?” my mother whispered..

I shook my head, scanning the bare walls. There were lighter patches where picture frames had once hung, rectangles of clean paint surrounded by dust. The floorboards were scratched in places where furniture had been dragged across them.

Something told me that this wasn’t just a typical move. This felt like an evacuation, or worse–a coverup.

“Something’s wrong.” I moved toward the hallway. “We should look around. See if we can find any clues.‘

My mother followed close behind. We checked each room systematically, but found nothing but emptiness. The bedrooms were stripped bare, the bathroom cabinets hung open and hollow. Even the kitchen had been cleared

out.

But it was in the kitchen that I noticed it.

There was a dark spot on the floor near the back door, barely visible in the moonlight streaming through the window. I crouched down, squinting at it in the darkness. I brushed my fingers across it; it was dry and flaky, but when I sniffed my fingertip, it smelled metallic. Blood.

“Mom,” I said quietly. “Look at this.”

She knelt beside me and inhaled sharply.

I looked up, stomach churning, and scanned the floor around us. A few feet off, in the direction of the exit, I saw another droplet. I moved over to it and scanned again. Another, closer to the back door.

“We should go.” My mother tugged on my arm. “This isn’t safe, Ella.”

But I was already moving toward the back door. I needed to see where this trail led. More droplets appeared once I knew what to look for, leading out into the yard. The door creaked when I pushed it open.

“Ella, please-”

“Someone might be hurt.” I stepped outside into the cold night air. “We can’t just leave.”

My mother cursed under her breath but followed me anyway. We shifted back into our wolf forms, our senses sharpening immediately. The scent of blood became stronger, more distinct. Old blood, mixed with earth and decay.

The trail led away from the cottage and deeper into the woods. Every few feet, another droplet appeared, sometimes on a leaf, sometimes soaked into the dirt. Soon, I caught sight of more than just blood–leaves crushed, twigs snapped, patches of dirt that looked like something had been dragged through it.

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Chapter 492

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Finally, about half a mile into the darkness, the trail ended at a patch of fresh dirt.

We shifted back into our human forms and inspected the disturbed earth. To my horror, it was roughly six feet long and three feet wide. The soil had been recently turned, dark and loose and fragrant compared to the cold, packed soil around it. Leaves and branches had been hastily scattered across the top, but not enough to hide what it really was.

A grave.

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