Thorne Point Of View.

“Why did you leave?”

The forest was quiet.

I stood there for a long moment, chest heaving, my wolf still thrumming beneath my skin.

The rogues lay scattered across the ground, some broken, some barely recognizable.

The scent of blood was thick, and sharp enough to burn my throat.

I turned it to my right and crumpled on the dirt was Aria.

She looked pale.

My black cloak was wrapped around her, smeared with blood and soil. Her hair stuck to her face, and her ...