Chapter 38
Annalise
Sylus’s Lycan form towered over us, his white fur soaked with moonlight.
In his claws, he held Safrina, her body limp and bloodied. Yet, she smiled. Her crimson-coated lips curled in a strange, dreamy expression as she gazed at him with longing, her love for him evident even in her final moments.
I couldn’t comprehend what happened next.
With a vicious growl, Sylus tore her apart.
Her blood splattered across his pristine fur, streaking it red, and I felt the warm spray hit my face. The sickening sound of her body ripping echoed in my ears, and I screamed—a raw, horrified sound that tore through the night.
Sylus threw her remains to the ground as though she were nothing more than trash, as though he hadn’t just ended a life in the most brutal way imaginable.
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