Lucien
"Val," I say softly, my fingers reaching for her shoulder.
The sound must have startled her because she swung for me next, the bloodied edge of the wood hitting me square in the nose. "Fuck," I swear, but she swings again, nearly cracking my head in half.
Her eyes are black--no pupil, no reflection, no soul--just hunger. She stares right through me, animal and divine and terrifying... then growls at me in a language that is all animal and not human at all. Before turning back to the body, raising the stick and continuing her assault.
I think she might have just told me to stand right there and not move or she'll kill me, in a very Lycan manner, with no words at all.
She's in that absent place she goes when she's overcome with rage. I understand it, the need to feed it that never quenches, and for that reason alone, I wrap my arms around her small body and crush my face to her neck. "He's dead, Val. It's okay."
