Moonchasers: The Hale Stone

His eyes burned red as they pierced through her dark ones. He found pleasure in her fear—she trembled on the ground, burying her fingers in the soil that she used to seek comfort in. It was her home, her refuge, but the stinging pain from her wounds, and her body slowly losing strength suggested that it was in this very soil that she would take her last breath. “Tell me what you saw, Ira,” even under her weakened breaths, she managed to taunt him. Ira grappled her by the neck, almost breaking it—she groaned. His nose flared, breathing in the stench of werewolves burrowed in her skin. He took a sharp breath as he felt his chest tighten. “You lied to me,” he hissed through his gritted teeth. He looked through her eyes, his breath getting deeper as the heat burned up his insides. She felt his hand shake against her neck, his jaw tremored. “I loved you,” she whispered. Her voice was so faint, but he managed to hear it. He heard it, and even though the words escaped her lips so softly, it sent a stinging pain to his chest. Winter smelled the change in the air. Her hair escaped the loose bun that once held it together. Soon, the howls filled the night as the clouds cleared up, revealing the full moon stained with red and blue. That was it, that was the sign.