Chapter 105

Dante’s Point of View:

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks into months.

And tomorrow… marks one full year since I lost her.

Elara…

My Luna. My mate. My heart.

I remember the moment the witches told me the rune trail had gone cold. That wherever they took her, the magic used was older than any traceable line—dark, primal, twisted to sever memory and scent. It was like she vanished into mist.

I’ve torn th