Levi.

The clearing is a fucking warzone. Blood is everywhere. Zaria’s blood. Jasper’s blood. My blood. The trees are shaking like they want to tear themselves out of the earth and run from the madness happening under the moon. But I can’t run. I can’t breathe without her scent clawing down my throat, heat and blood mixing in a way that makes me want to fight, fuck, and die all in the same heartbeat.

Zaria’s on her knees, fur bristling, chest heaving. She’s too weak, I can smell ...