JAREK
The sterile, bleached-bone scent of the hospital always made Liric want to claw his way out of my skin and find something to kill. To a predator, the smell of antiseptic is just the smell of hidden death.
"Too much white and silence. Smells like trapped animals and failing hearts. Let's go back to the woods and tear something in half."
Those were the words of a wolf without the stability of a pack. I'd learn to embrace this side of me.
"Soon," I muttered under my breath, my boots thudding softly against the linoleum.
It had been exactly fourteen days, six hours, and roughly forty-two minutes since Elowen Goldbane had stood in my room, her eyes watery with jagged pain, and told me to stay the hell away from her. She had told me that before, but this time was different and hell…
