Damon.
The wind cut across my face as I moved through the forest. It was quiet now eerily so. Not even the birds dared to sing after what had just happened. And it’s really good for them because I might just hunt them down too in my bloodlust.
My claws still dripped with blood. Some of it wasn’t even dry yet streaking darkly along my forearms as I slowed my pace. I didn’t look back because I didn’t have to. The warriors would clean up the aftermath like they always did. And if anyone had a problem with how I’d handled the rogues they could take it up with the moon goddess herself.
But I knew no one would after seeing what I became. I hadn’t shifted in nearly two years because I hadn’t needed to. And yet tonight something in me broke open the moment I heard those bastards were demandi
