"Sweet goddess!" Silas gasped the moment he caught up with me.
I simply looked down at the body of the boy who had, all of a sudden, for no reason, killed himself.
The boy's body was limp in my arms, and for a moment, no one around me moved.
Neither did I.
The potent smell of blood stung in the air and suffocated the entire atmosphere
My fingers trembled as I looked down at the boy in my arms.
His throat had been expertly slit with such precision that you would think he was skilled in slitting throats.
A fatal cut.
When he had pulled out his knife, I had expected him to attempt to kill me.
His wolf, I could sense, had been dead on impact with the blade.
Why had he just killed himself?
The moment he had seen me, he had taken to his heels.
I looked into his eyes, which were still wide open and yet dead.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Sweet goddess," Silas repeated behind me.
I heard David finally catch up with me behind, and he came to an abrupt stop.
