Blood
Jake felt good. Incredibly good, in fact. The sensations that came from facing down certain death and coming out on top were wonderful. He didn’t notice the weird look Jacob was giving him, nor did he notice that the other people in his group had made their way over, though some of them quickly turned right back around when they saw the scene.
Among the new arrivals, Caroline looked at Jake with a mix of concern and fear.
"Are you hurt? There is so much blood…" she said in a quiet voice. She looked pale as she stared at the image of Jake standing beside a man full of arrows, the blood gleaming as it reflected the moonlight.
"I’m good. None of it is mine." Jake said this casually, with a light smile. He was hoping to finish up any potential conversations so he could move on to mor
