Drey POV
"Becky no." The words tore from my throat before I realized I was moving.
Her dagger stained with blood and her eyes emotionless.
Atlas City had sadly changed Becky; she was such a pure girl the first time I'd seen her.
Seeing the lifeless body beneath and the ground dyed red, I knew there was trouble ahead.
My wolf whined, wanting to be released.
She turned her hair, fluttering with the wind. Her hands shook. Was she scared?
"Leave here now," I thundered to the rest of the wolves.
"We need her," one sneered.
"She must pay for killing our comrade."
"Are you not from the warlock tribe? Is your elder aware you picked a fight with a human lady?" I thundered.
"Becky…" I whispered, stepping closer.
Her gaze darted to mine, wild and unreadable. "He came at me first."
Her voice cracked, half a growl, half a plea.
"I believe you," I whispered, my hands reaching for her blood-stained hand. It was cold. She let me hold her hand.
