Viviana's POV

Two deep puncture wounds pierced his skin, left behind by sharp canines. They had been hastily covered with a blood-stained gauze, but after all the struggle from earlier, the dressing had shifted, now revealing the raw, inflamed flesh beneath.

That wasn’t the worst of it. From his waist down, bruises spread in dark patches, ugly and swollen, blooming like storm clouds beneath the skin. Among them was a single claw mark, deep and ragged, so severe ...