ONE MONTH AGO
The wind was thick with the scent of blood and damp earth. I stood in the clearing, my chest rising and falling heavily as I gazed at the lifeless body before me. The Lycan’s eyes were still open, the glow of its maroon irises fading into a dull emptiness. Its body twitched once before it went completely still. My claws, dripping with crimson, retracted as I exhaled a shaky breath. The thrill of the kill had long worn off, leaving only the weight of what I had done.
Then, through the trees, I saw her.
For a moment, my breath hitched. My heart pounded against my ribcage like a war drum. The moonlight cast a silver glow upon her figure, illuminating soft features that sent a shiver down my spine. My vision blurred, past and present intertwining in a cruel twist of fate. My l
