I stand back and let her do her thing. The last thing I see before I shut my eyes is the scenery flashing past my eyes. I think a little rest would do me good. The past few hours have been trying and exhausting.
My eyes snap open when I hear Nyx groaning. I was afraid that she might have been hurt while I was soundly taking a nap. When my eyes focus, I am faced by a very dead deer that had its throat ripped open.
“Nyx,” I call, trying to avoid the deer’s empty eyes; they felt like they were staring straight at me.
Sure, I have killed a lot of rogues and hybrids since my first kill when I first met King, but this felt different. Maybe because it’s an innocent animal.
“Oh, stop with the guilt," Nyx says, dropping the animal. “I’m sure our pack will appreciate that their alpha hunted for
