ARES’/REX’S POV

The last beast finally dropped dead at my paws, its blood seeping into the earth like ink from a broken bottle. My claws were soaked, my chest rising and falling from the exertion—but the war within me hadn’t quieted. I turned to Jason and Penny; they had finished off the rogues too. Jason looked winded, Penny had a deep scratch on her shoulder, but they were both standing.

We were racing through the territory for fun, to help me blow off steam since I can't seem ...