Even though Aron’s eyes were large, taking in the gory scene at his feet in its entirety, they still didn’t seem large enough because he could not fathom what he was witnessing. His own heart was denying what his brain was trying to compute.
Cian was gone.
The beast’s teeth drenched heavy with blood as it continued to chew on the frail body, ripping at the flesh and pulling away long, elastive strands of sinew as it hunched over it. It wasn’t feeding on it, per say, just ravaging its prize, making it obvious who the victor of this fight had been by leaving behind little of what it used to be. Satisfactory growls rumbled from the beast as it continued to rip and claw, continuing to shower its small arena in gore.
Nevaeh’s chin quivered as she struggled to open her mouth to say something
