Alphas war
Her skin was shredded with deep cuts and the blood was dry, she was dead for days now.
"Dragons always burn their victims as a mark, but this one," Nate slowly walked to the body.
He got on his knees and checked her body. "Her throat is slit open, with vigorous cuts on her skin."
Did you hear that? My wolf asked.
I frowned and snapped my head at the sound. I narrowed my eyes, seeing a black shadow coming out of the forest.
"It's a hellhound," I said with wide-opened eyes as I stared at the big black dog.