Betrayal and Downfall.

Alejandro and Yolanda had found their way to a cave. It was cold and small. The kind of cold that sinks into your bones and makes your whole body hurt.

Alejandro sat against the rough wall, breathing hard, each breath sent sharp pains through his broken ribs. The deep cuts on his chest and arms still dripped blood, making dark red stains on what was left of his shirt. His whole body felt like one big bruise.

Across the small space, Yolanda sat curled up in a ball. Her dress was torn and covered in blood. She hugged her belly with shaking arms. A nasty cut on her cheek had dried blood stuck to her skin. Her hair was messy and full of leaves. She looked so tired, like she might fall over any second.

Alejandro looked down at his hands. His knuckles were raw and bloody. His claws were chipped from fighting. This was all his fault. If he had been stronger, if he had been smarter, none of this would have happened.

He remembered the way Lucian had smiled when he won. That smug, nasty smile