Caleb’s P.O.V

I turned slowly, my heart still pounding in my chest, the blood in my ears roaring louder than the chaos that had just died down around us. The air was thick with the metallic tang of death and the cloying scent of burnt fur. The ground beneath my feet squelched with blood—black blood.

I could feel it drying on my skin, caking against the sides of my neck, crusted over my forearms. And it wasn’t just me. Every single soldier behind me… my brothers in arms, ...