Chapter 122

Scarlett's POV We paused in the thick tree line. Arnold signaled for silence; his voice was low but firm. "We're clear of patrols. There are no scents trailing us and I don't think they've found out we infiltrated their pack." Finally, after sneaking our way into Crescent Moon and freeing the ten Crescent Moon wolves, we had also managed to sneak our way out. Now, we were already at the border of Nightshade, out of Crescent's territory, making some of us breathe a heavy sigh of relief that we managed to escape without alerting anyone. Lucien kept his arm around me as my eyes traced the gaunt faces of the freed captives. Their lips were cracked, their eyes sunken as if they hadn't slept for a long time, and they had lost weight. Yet, relief and joy filled their eyes now that they were free. Finally, one of them—a broad-shouldered man I remembered as Elias—broke the silence. His voice was hoarse, almost breaking. "Luna…" he sank to his knees before I could stop him, bowing his head low.