Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts
Red-rimmed, filled with pain.
“You...think you have won…” Riley pants, heavily, his hand clutching his arm.
Scar circles him, feral.
Riley’s arm bleeds out, hissing where Scar’s venom spreads.
I stand there, panting heavily, watching.
“You haven’t won, Scar…” Riley breaks into a bitter laugh, collapsing to the ground. “Even if I die… Erianna will still rise… more outcasts… more rejects… they will take down every werewolf in Silvaton Ridge…”