Ariana Belle
Blood coated the cement, intoxicating the air around us. Blood from Heath's pack - from my own. All of this because of Heath's obsession. Looking around the mess of blood, injured wolves - I spotted my mate on the other side. Fighting the man who had told us that the plane was under attack. Caleb's grey t-shirt was now smeared with blood and ripped showing off his tanned stomach. Tiny pale pink scratches were visible as he fought Heath's pack. He was quick, even in human form. "Ariana!" Snapping my gaze away from my mate, I swiftly moved away from the attacker. Making him slip and crash onto the floor. "You bitch." He growled jumping to his feet. Rolling my eyes I caught Henry's glare. "How's the bite?" I smirked making sure my bloodied fangs were out to view. I could see him
