I Walked Away
His claw, quivering at my throat, hesitated.
His claw trembled against my throat, but it never came down.
For a moment, I felt the old tenderness between us.
However, in a flash, his eyes turned icy, and he spun away.
With a brutal swipe, he laid open the chest of Xavier, the loyal werewolf who had stood by me.
The scream stopped dead.
Hot blood splattered my face.
My eyes narrowed, lashes fluttering like trapped butterflies.
He pulled back his claws, expression unreadable as the winter moon, and gently lifted Sierra, shielding her from the carnage as if the sight might shatter her.