The cold wind of the night felt wrong and It cut across the trees like it was hell bent on hunting me... carrying the scent of blood, moss, and something odd. Something that tasted like memory if you bite down hard enough.

Memory of my Kira.

I dragged my claws through the dirt again, like if I dig deep enough I’ll find her buried there or anywhere. Like maybe she just fell into the ground, slipped through my fingers and vanished under the weight of everything.

“Dante.” Kai slowly ...