Senna’s
We finally got to the beach. Korrigan held up his hand for us to stop behind him. We did. Through the trees, we could see the vast expanse of sand. No one was on the beach.
No one alive, anyway.
The pristine white sand was stained with blood. Bodies, some wolf, some human, lay in the sand in mangled messes. The sharp scent of blood was thick in the air. Thor gagged. I pushed down the bile that rose in my throat.
We could all see. The fights that had broken out on this beach. It was grueling and disgusting and it made me want to vomit. These people had all killed each other in horrific, violent ways. It was almost too much to look at. Isolde turned away, her hand clamped over her mouth. Thistle touched her arm gently, in an effort to comfort her.
I don’t know what I’d been expe
