Three
The rich aroma of life-blood flooded over Cathal as he finished the last of the kin, ripping its flesh and drinking that wonderful coppery nectar. He sucked greedily, head spinning, and his strength grew.
The shade had fed recently, of course. Shaela would have wanted the best, at their full strength, and so she would have provided for them. Most likely they had fed from those within Haven, those between death and life.
But Shaela was no more. Cathal focused on her trace, already cold. Brice’s trace, in contrast, shone vividly with the rich blood pumping through his body, so much stronger than the second-hand blood from the wretch in Cathal’s grip.
He dropped the empty carcass, and movement in the forest grabbed his attention.
Car asked, stepping to Cathal’s side. His brother’s
