Chapter 17 Seventeen

• Luciano’s POV
• The scent of blood still clung to my clothes, a reminder of our failure. We had hunted for hours, tracking the beast deep into the forest, following the trails of destruction it left behind. But it was as if the creature had vanished into thin air. No scent. No tracks. Nothing. As if it had been a ghost.
• Returning empty-handed left a bitter taste in my mouth. The pack needed justice. Vengeance. And we had nothing to offer them but hollow reassurances.