#Chapter 204: Locate the Luna

Almara’s Pov I’m woken to water splashing on my face. Groggily, I squeeze my eyes shut and embrace for the next bucket of water that I expect will be pouring forth any minute. As I brace for the gush of water, recollection of what’s going on begins to steep in. The war. Grace. The deal. Running. Then finally, falling. Along with the last realization comes a shooting pang along my thigh, though no buckets of water. I slowly blink my eyes open and no angry mob has me pinned down, trying to angrily bring me back to consciousness. The water is a steady rainfall coming from a bleak sky. I try to sit up, then think better of it. No need to cause unnecessary amounts of noise, just in case my tormentors are close by. It’s doubtful they ceased searching. The only thing that will make wolves stop their hunt is if the vampires announce they’ve received Grace. Isn’t there a crude saying in the human realm about giving a dog a bone? Point is, a wolf with a mission won’t stop until the mission