Jasper.

The silence after battle is worse than the battle itself. Blood still steams in the dirt, torn fur litters the clearing, broken bodies twitch with the last nerves of death. And yet all I hear is the rasp of our breathing and the stench of Darius’s corpse.

He’s sprawled out like a felled titan, his throat torn open, eyes wide, mouth still curled in that goddamn grin. Levi’s claws and my blade ended it. But the way he laughed before the last breath left his body like he knew ...