Chapter 137 — The Price Of Survival

• ~ CATHERINE ~
• I don’t notice the quiet at first. It creeps in like fog until the stillness wraps around me. The snarls are gone, and all I can hear is the thunder of my own heartbeat echoing inside my skull. Then Cain appears, gently prying my hand from the gaping wound on my chest. He lowers his head and inhales deeply, and I see the tight clench of his jaw and feel the rage rolling off him in waves.
• “It has to come out,” he says hoarsely as he looks me over, his voice raw and trembling slightly.