Lulu

For the Moon Goddess’s sake, the stench of corpses around me was even worse than death usually smelled.

I was still in Pyrrha’s form. My paws were soaked in a mix of water from Caspian’s attack and the enemies’ blood. My fangs were still clenched tight, bits of one of those fire witches’ flesh caught between them.

My eyes locked back onto Niobe. She stood there, at the edge of the shattered ritual circle, looking far too calm for someone who had just witnessed a massacre.

Her ...