Ashes of a Vow
I was already doing 70 mph when he ran straight into the path of the car, arms outstretched, trying to block my escape.
I couldn't brake in time.
The impact sent him flying. He hit the asphalt hard, blood pouring from his mouth.
But he was still moving. A werewolf's damn healing ability.
I got out of the car and walked toward him. Kaelen struggled to his feet, staggering toward the rejection papers that had scattered across the ground.
Some of the pages were already stained with his blood.
He picked them up, one by one, and then—he started shoving them into his mouth.