Eastiel looked at her, his golden eyes still burning but no longer blazing. The fury that had driven him to tear a man apart with his bare claws was receding, ebbing away like a tide pulling back from the shore.
His massive chest, which had been heaving with the effort of his rampage, began to slow considerably. The growl that had rumbled continuously in his throat faded, humming now.
He was still in his lion form, but he looked more in control now.
"In the real world too... you will never take him back, promise?"
"Promise," Cecilia answered.
The rain began to fall.
It came without warning, starting with a gentle patter against the blood-soaked earth and grew steadily into a cleansing shower.
The drops caught the moonlight as they fell, silver streaks against the darkness, and where they landed, they began to wash away the blood.
