BRENNAN
I couldn’t shake the rage that filled my chest. The sight of those bruises and scars wouldn’t leave my mind. Her body painted a picture of what her life must have been like in that pack. And that it was her own brother that did it to her.
I stopped walking and slammed a fist into a nearby tree. Pieces of it broke off, and pain burst through my hand at the contact. A smear of blood was left behind when I pulled my hand away, and I forced myself to pick out the splinters and pieces of bark before my skin healed.
Unlike me, Kiera couldn’t heal. They had done that to her, knowing that she would have to heal. Probably liking it. If possible, my rage amped up even more, and I knew I had to try and calm down before I went back to camp. I just didn’t know how I was going to do that. I h
