Chapter 78. Touch of the Luna

GRAYSON

My throat suddenly felt too thick to speak. With everything that had happened, I had momentarily been able to push the horror of my best friend’s death aside.

I’d had to focus on defeating Azazel. I’d had to avenge him. I couldn’t have let myself get overwhelmed by his death.

I wished I could have just stayed in that state of mind forever.

Now, kneeling next to his body, his blood still fresh on the ground, grief like I never could have imagined consumed me like wildfire.

Half of his body was completely destroyed by the force field.

The wound was gruesome, bits of his flesh hanging from him in some areas while his bone was visible in others. His right eye had been ripped right through.

How… How were we ever going to let Elijah see his mate like this? It would break him. Fuck, it was about to break me.

And the worst part was, he wasn’t the only one like this. There were many warriors stationed around the border when the force fi