-HELIOS-
My wolf spat out a chunk of rogue flesh, the nasty taste still lingering in my mouth.
Hot, overwhelming pain tore through my body, impossible to ignore. Like a branding iron scorching my chest.
I lifted my muzzle, searching for the scent I knew too well.
No matter the dust, no matter the hundred rotten rogue stenches, nothing could mask that floral scent from my mind. I could find her in the depths of the ocean, in the flames of hell.
There, by the far wall. Three figures slumped on the ground.
My wolf wasted no time, leaping over the chaos, closing the distance.
Lamia lay against the wall, neck broken, face frozen in shock, body twisted. Dead.
Beside her, Aaron’s wolf whimpered, a silver dagger buried deep in his belly. He shifted back to his human form, yanked the dagger
