Ezekiel’s POV
There had been less violence outside. But there was nothing done with finality.
This was far from being over.
The blood, smoke, and charred wood remained in the air, while growls somewhere deeper in the mansion spoke of the fact that it was far from being over.
I leaned against the broken doorframe, listening intently.
Matthew walked around me restlessly, still with claws out. His face would tense up once in a while, as if he wanted to charge back into action.
Tyler stuck close to Rebecca.
Too close, probably.
No one had any energy left to complain anymore.
"And Rebecca…"
I felt myself looking at her again.
Rebecca was seated against the stone wall, gasping erratically, almost out of breath, with red-gold tendrils of hair clinging to her forehead. Her scar continu
