Liora
My body shivers from the heat coursing through me. The flames grow stronger, threatening to consume me, and the haziness of my mind makes it hard for me to figure out where Seth is taking me. I know it is away from Blood Moon by the power I felt when we crossed the pack border.
“Hang on a little longer, baby.” Seth’ voice pushes through the haze, making me focus for just a moment. I pull my face away from his neck, his scent of mint and vanilla being the water that keeps the flames at bay.
His eyes are scanning our surroundings, and I realize we are in a forest. He looks down at me, a smile on his scarred face and guilt ripples in me. The wounds I gave him the day he rejected me should have healed. Instead, four perfect claw marks scar his face.
“You hanging in there?” he asks,
