Virgo POVThe smell of blood burns my nose, the scent so thick I can taste the metallic bitterness on my tongue every time I breathe. It clings to the back of my throat, heavy and suffocating, like the air itself is coated in it.“Virgo please it’s not too late to stop,” she cries weakly beneath my body.I force my body away from hers as I fight my wolf for control. Every muscle in my body trembles with the effort, my hands flexing uselessly at my sides as I try to force him back. She looks at me with hope in her eyes like there’s a chance she survives this. That’s the worst part. She still believes in me.Her blood coats my hands and stains the grass around her and still she fights.“Virgo fight him,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper.She crawls in the grass toward me as I try to keep distance between us. Her breathing is uneven, fragile, each inhale sounding weaker than the last, but she keeps coming anyway. Havoc is scratching at the edges of my control and I’ve neve
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