Chapter 17
I was horrified...and my monster was starving. For one long moment we struggled—stay, go; eat, flee. Then my wolf won yet another war.
I wasn’t even able to close my eyes to block out the c*****e as she dove onto the kill to rip and tear and slurp and swallow without chewing. Adena, darn her traitorous feathers, landed beside us and went straight for the eyeballs. Stiletto beak piercing orbs that looked like Bambi’s...then like nothing so much as a small pile of extremely unappetizing goo.
Adena and my wolf were ravenous animals, and Claw wasn’t much better. More fastidious maybe as he gnawed raw meat free of the hide before crunching the bones in half to get at the marrow. But the lack of blood splattering his fur didn’t make up for the fact that he’d killed a baby deer and
