Beyond Redemption
Others broke and ran, their chants of witch fading into the trees.
When it was over, the meadow was a graveyard. Bodies lay everywhere, hunter and wolf alike, the grass painted red. The river carried blood downstream, the water dark and sluggish.
I stood frozen, unable to breathe, unable to move. My hands were still tight around the herbs, though they were crushed and useless now.
Edward strode back to me, his chest heaving, his face streaked with blood that wasn’t all his own. His eyes locked on me, sharp and unyielding.
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