Rowan found Killian in his human form, sprawled on the ground, blood streaked across his chest and hands.
For a moment, Rowan’s heart stopped, terror clawing up his throat as his eyes darted around, searching for the victim. His stomach twisted at the thought of finding a mangled body...someone from the pack, maybe.
But when he moved closer, stepping through the clearing with a pounding heart, he froze. The body wasn’t human. It was a deer, its carcass shredded, ribs jutting out, blood soaking into the soil.
Rowan exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair. Relief washed over him in heavy waves. Not a pack member. It was not a villager.
But the sight before him still tightened his chest. Killian’s breathing was ragged, his body trembling, eyes glazed with a dangerous mix of hun
