THE MISJUDGED LUNA
He was gone.
He had gone very badly too, if the state of his body was anything to go by. The three stripe lines on his chest were very deep, deep enough that the pale white of bones of his ribs could be seen from their depths. The cuts were obviously made by a clawed hand., a very sharp and very long one. But that was not what killed Chase. It was the ragged cut on his throat, deep enough to have nearly severed his head that did it. Something told Kihara the killing cut was made by the same clawed hand.
It was a brief memory, a flash of imagery, running through her minds eyes, too fast to catch, yet as clear as day. She saw the wolf from before, it’s eyes grey, deadly, and perpetually amused
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