I knew it would be bad. Just not this bad.
The patrol forces us to move towards the tree line where they have found another one. It’s just like the others: a dead wolf, its insides neatly removed, with its heart taken out like some kind of prize.
The smell hits me first, that metallic stink of blood so thick I can taste it.
I crouch, running a finger along the bite marks without struggle, just one clean tear through the throat and a heart carved out like she was prepping dinner.
Maddox drops beside me, his usual smartass grin nowhere in sight. “Same as the rest,” he mutters, eyes scanning the trees like Savannah might jump out any second. “Guy didn’t even fight. Knew exactly who was killing him.”
My jaw clenches so hard it aches. The dead wolf knew his killer.
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