Gabriela
Running as fast as I can, I come upon a wider berth in the brush that's farther away from the creek. Howls echo in the fading light of the rapidly darkening sky, the torturous sounds of two shifters trying to kill each other.
It sends chills down to my bones, as I've never heard anything like it before. I've seen plenty of border disputes or scuffles between packmates growing up, but none have sounded as vicious as this.
Does Aaron know who he's fighting? Will that change the shaky agreement between our sides? My stomach is sick with knots.
When I finally reach them, Aaron has his teeth buried into Elijah's pelt and is yanking him through the brush while blood pours over his golden fur. Elijah twists in the hold, his nails clawing at the space by his opponent's head, trying to
