The smoke from the shotgun blast hung thick and heavy in the cramped interior of the old keeper’s cottage, smelling like burnt powder, copper, wet wool, and old rot.Lilith stood framed in the ruined doorway like something dug up from a fresh grave. The river rocks had done a brutal job on her face, the left side was ripped wide open down to the pale bone of her cheek and jawline, raw skin, torn muscle, and dried mud matted together into a sickening mess. Her right eye was wide, red-rimmed, and leaking clear tears from the stinging smoke, fixed entirely on Elena with pure, unadulterated madness. Crimson droplets mixed with river silt ran down her torn throat, dripping onto the collar of her ruined coat.In her gloved right hand, she gripped a heavy black iron hunting knife. The long blade glistened with dark, sticky Wolfsbane oil, dripping slowly onto the oak floorboards and sizzling wherever it touched the finish, eating small, smoking pits into the ancient wood."Look at what you fu
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