Chapter 7

Knox

My legs burn from running across multiple territories for the last few hours. The adrenaline pumping through me is enough to keep me going. I’m not stopping till that rogue is in shreds.

I follow the river path, and as I came to a line of bushes, I catch that scent again. Thank the goddess!

The sickening sweet, coppery smell of blood mixes in the air as I navigate through the brush. I hope he is wounded and not another wolf.

As I come into a clearing near the bank, I am not prepared for what I see.

The naked body is littered with teeth and claw marks, but the gaping hole in his chest ignites my anger. Just like Lyra, this man- hell a boy, he looked to be only 18- lays lifeless on the ground.

Even if there was a doubt in my mind about the scent, this right here proves it is the very same rogue.

Small whimpers make my head snap up as I creep slowly through the trees.

The whimpers slowly fade and are replaced by gargled gasps as I come around from behind the large, oak tree. The