Chasing the Riot: The Alpha's Second Chance
Darius said, “is that what’s inside you doesn’t belong in this century. The binding with him cracked the seal. And now it’s leaking.”
Jarett’s hand found mine behind his back. His fingers were freezing. “Speak plainly.”
Drexus looked at me, really looked, like he was measuring how much I could take.
“Three nights ago, two miles outside Black Ridge territory, a deer herd was slaughtered, it was torn apart with sixteen bodies. The tracks we found led to you.”
The air left my lungs.
“That’s not me,” I said. But even as I said it, I remembered the dream. The red. The running, and waking up with dirt under my nails and no memory of how I got home.