Scarlett
Blood fills my mouth.
It’s disgusting, but effective. The lycan whimpers, yanking back. His arm is pulled back, red dripping down his waist.
“You little b***h!” he roars in an inhuman voice. “YOU WILL PAY!”
I spit the blood out, wishing I had the energy to run. My head is spinning, my legs trembling, but I somehow lurch to my feet. I won’t go down easy. I’m not built like Violet. I’m fire, and I’ll burn these Lycans if I have to.
The second lycan circles around me. Done playing.
He lunges.
I dodge, but just barely.
His claws rake across my arm, and pain flashes white-hot. I scream, but keep moving since I don’t want to die, or worse, be raped by one of these monsters. I crash through vines and roots, sprinting blindly.
Thorned rose branches whip at my face, cutting my che
