~~Evan~~
I shifted back the moment her scent vanished.
Skin raw.
But I didn’t care.
Mira ran.
From me.
She’d seen the blood. The bones. The way I ripped the bastard’s throat open and barely stopped myself from tearing out his pine too.
And then she ran like I was the monster.
Or maybe I was.
I took one step in the direction she fled, and her scent slammed into me like a punch to the gut — wild, sharp with fears.
I swore under my breath and followed.
Twigs cracked underfoot. My eyes scanned the woods, adjusting fast in the dark. And my ear picked up everything— owls shifting on branches. Small animals rustling in the underbrush water dripping from leaves.
But not her.
She was quiet now.
I found her trail at first— broken branches, deep footprints, the scent of blood and panic.
