Violet
They looked at their companions' crumpled forms in the sand. Then at me. Then at each other.
Slowly, they started to slink backward. They were not running yet, but some of their ears were flat, their tails low, and the aggression had drained from a lot of their postures entirely.
They paused at a distance, clearly unsure. Some looked toward Palisa, searching for an order.
What were they doing?
They had no right!
They were retreating now? After killing Bei?!
No, I would not—
A few glanced at Damon and my attention slowly drifted to him.
He stood apart from the others, his body tense, his face ashen. He was watching the carnage around him with the expression of a wolf who had just realized the ground beneath his feet was crumbling.
I stared at him, breathing hard.
My neck was still raw, still tender, but the wound had sealed. Blood soaked the front of my shirt and dried in streaks down my collarbone.
I wasn't tired. Not even close.
