Sanctuary Restored: K.C.
The engine’s hum was the only sound in the cab, a low vibration that felt like a mockery of the frequency that had nearly shattered my pack’s minds an hour ago. I could still taste the copper of Darian’s blood and the burnt-out biometric sensor in the back of my throat. Beside me, Tess was silent. She held her laptop bag against herself like it was a shield. Every time I glanced at her, I felt a sharp, jagged spike of guilt. She had seen the beast. She had seen me nearly crush the life out of a man with my bare hands while my eyes burned with a light that wasn’t human. “You’re shaking,” she said after a long while, reaching over to rest her hand on my forearm. I didn’t realize it until she mentioned it. My muscles were twitching, a side effect of the tether or perhaps just the adrena
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