The silence was suffocating.
The last rogue fell as ash to the earth, drifting like dust on a dead wind.
My chest heaved. My vision blurred.
I didn’t understand what just happened. My scream—it had done something. Something terrifying.
How?
I had killed someone. Well not someone. Couple of people.
Wait…Kylan.
The screwdriver was still at my feet, but I barely noticed it now.
I pushed open the car door stepping outside.
“Kylan!” I screamed. Please no. Ease let me not have hurt him.
“Briar!” He called out.
I turned to see him and I sighed in relief.
He was already shifting mid-sprint, fur retracting into skin, claws vanishing as his towering figure emerged from the trees, shirtless, panting, his eyes wild.
“Briar!” he called, panic etched into every corner of his voice. “Wh
