Rosie’s P.O.V
The moon was high when it all came apart.
One moment, i was tangled in Kai’s arms, the tension of the day dissolving into stolen warmth. He had come behind me, hands firm around my waist, breath brushing the curve of my neck. For a heartbeat, the weight of being loved, the sting of disbelief, all of it melted beneath his touch. I laughed, soft and low, fingers threading through his hair, moaning as his lips found the place beneath my jaw where he always knew how to draw a reaction.
But peace is never meant to last.
A sound tore through the night, sharp, violent, not natural. Like the air itself had split open. We froze. Then, in one movement, we bolted out the door, instincts already screaming.
The scent of blood hit me before i saw it.
Shouts rang through the forest li
