The Odd Three

The border of the pack's land was getting close, and beyond that lay the Grimm. Sage couldn't let her get that far. Someone else could see her—people from Eliade might be nearby. She wouldn't be protected.

And within pack land, there would be others pursuing her soon. Sage panted with his hands on his knees, thinking. He would have to do it.

'Moon Goddess, help Luna,' he thought and projected himself forward to outrun her with his mind.

As August ran, she couldn't feel her legs or even the struggle with her oxygen-deprived muscles anymore. She was leaving. Whatever the consequences from Eliade or anyone else. She deserved whatever happened.

All of this with Graeme was too good to be true, she knew it. The elders were right. She was an outsider. She was a danger. She didn't deserve this family. Maybe she had even been used as a tool to manipulate Graeme like they suggested.