Chapter 37 Blood On My Hands

• Kieran’s POV
• I felt the taste of blood clung to my tongue long after the last rogue wolf had fallen dead. My claws still dripped red, streaks drying sticky on my skin, matting into the fur of my arms before I forced the shift back. Bones cracked, muscle rearranged, until I turned to my normal self again—bare, trembling, every nerve alight with the taste of violence.
• The woods also felt like a graveyard behind me. Five rogues, maybe six—I’d lost count when the frenzy took over. They’d come tearing at our borders before dawn, vicious, wild-eyed, snapping like they had nothing left to lose. I had no choice but to meet them head-on.