The metallic scent of blood still clung to the air. I stood over the warrior we’d tried so hard to save, pressing down on the wound that refused to stop bleeding, my hands already soaked crimson.
He was barely hanging on, lips trembling, breath shallow.
“We’re here… you’re safe now,” I said, though I knew the lie in it. His chest struggled to rise. His eyes darted around until they finally locked on mine.
“Gold… blood…” he whispered, barely audible, before his body went slack.
A chill ran down my spine.
Gold blood.
My wolf stirred immediately, alert and agitated. That wasn’t something said lightly. Not after everything that had happened with Aria.
I closed the man’s eyes and stood slowly, swallowing the unease rising in my throat.
Could we not catch a single break?
Was peace too m
