What the fuck just happened?
A werewolf heart was ripped out, but not with claws.
The image refused to leave my head. The way it looked when she held it.
Still holding my bleeding nose, I stood up from the ground. My knees felt weak for a second. My eyes were still locked on Sasha, who was still holding the heart.
Her fingers were red. Her palm was red.
I can't believe I was trying to save someone who didn't need saving.
"Holy donuts, how did you do that?" Malo said.
His voice sounded breathless. He had seen the whole thing. He was still lying on the ground. His back pressed into the dirt. He struggled to stand up, but all he could do was sit and stare at the body. His eyes were wide.
I turned back to her when I heard the thud of the heart hit the ground.
The sound was soft. Wet.
I stepped backward, trying to get away from her.
"I swear I don't know how I did that," she said, coming closer to me.
Her hands shook. Her voice shook too.
