I jerked backward again as an army of emotions crawled into me. Fear. Guilt.
I dragged a leg backward again, not taking my eyes off my victim. This wasn't the first time I had killed someone, but strangely it felt different.
No, it was. He was human and not the beasts who came after me. He had a life and I took it. I killed him. I was one of those f*****g beasts.
A shivering cry pushed out from my lips and my ass hit the ground. Hard.
Hastened steps rushed into the alley, racing to where I was with my victim whose eyes were pinned on me, haunting me.
"No," The familiar voice of the woman I almost killed minutes ago banged against the walls of my mind as she inspected him. My victim. "He's dead," She muttered, swinging her eyes at me.
I couldn't tell what was in those gazes or what sh
