Chrome and Claws
The surviving Fangs filled the halls with groans, curses, and the metallic stench of blood.
Supplies were scarce and tempers were shorter.
Raven moved like a ghost through the rooms, patching wounds where Sabrina guided her, avoiding the stares that followed her every step. Her wolf prowled beneath her skin, moving around as she showed how restless and agitated she was.
The bond pulsed stronger here, as if Axel were closer and it felt too close.
Late that night, she found Reed outside, leaning against his bike, smoke from his cigarette curled into the moonlight.