Chapter 54
ATASHA’S POV
And that clearly caught the Luna by surprise.
Genevieve’s hand went to the wound at her neck, blood spilling between her fingers. Her eyes were wide, darting from the dagger to my face like she was trying to piece together something that didn’t make sense. I could almost see the question in her head. How could I still move, let alone stab her, when I looked like I was seconds from collapsing or dying?
She staggered back, her knees hitting the floor. The sound of her armor scraping against the stone echoed on the cave walls. I stayed where I was for a moment, forcing air back into my lungs despite the stabbing pain in my side. Each breath was a battle, but I didn’t blink, didn’t look away from her.
Finally, I pushed myself off the wall. My legs trembled, but I straightened..
Her eyes
widened a fraction. “You you should be on the ground by now.”
I took one slow step forward. “I’ve been on the ground enough times in my life,” I said, my voice. “I’m not staying there for you.”
Keeping my gaze locked on hers, I gripped the dagger buried in my side and yanked it free in one smooth pull. I tossed it aside, the metal clattering across the stone. Pain flared, but it wasn’t from the wound, it was from the flesh knitting itself back together, muscle and skin stitching faster than even my eyes could track.
“Witch!”
Genevieve’s breath hitched, her gaze darting to my side as the realization hit. She scrambled to rise, but the moment she shifted her weight, her palm slid through the slick pool of her own blood. Her eyes widened, panic flickering there for the first time, just as I closed the remaining distance between us.
She reached for her own knife, but I kicked it aside before her fingers could curl around the hilt. The clang of metal against stone rang through the space.
I stood over her now, her gaze tilting up to meet mine. For the first time, there was something in her eyes that wasn’t contempt. It wasn’t fear exactly, just the realization that she might not
win this.
“You’re making a mistake,” she rasped. “You kill me, and the whole pack will hunt you.”
I crouched, ignoring the pain in my side. My wound had closed, but healing organs was slower than flesh. “Let them hunt.”
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Chapter 54
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“My dagger’s poisoned,” I said. “They say it’s deadly to most… but poison doesn’t hurt me.” The look on her face made me smile. “Even if I leave now… you won’t have a chance to live through this.”
She was about to speak when she suddenly started to vomit blood. “Mendez said the poison on this dagger was from the west. Just like the one that you used… when you wanted to kill me,” I added. “You should know more about the western poison… right?”
Genevieve gagged, another wet cough sending a dark spray across the stone.


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