Her breath ripped from her lungs. Pain shot through her abdomen like white-hot knives as her spine arched in protest. Her wolf whimpered barely hanging on.
Blood.
Warm and spreading between her thighs.
“No… no, no, no…” she gasped, one hand crawling to her belly, the other trembling, trying to lift her broken frame.
Zarya stood at the top of the stairs, her silhouette cast in shadows like a demon goddess carved out of hate. Her mouth twitched in glee. Her eyes glowed not with wolf light but with something far older. Something wrong.
Something… possessed.
“I told you I’d take everything from you,” she said, descending one step at a time, barefoot, graceful, inhuman. “And now you’re gonna bleed out like the filthy b***h you are.”
Maya’s vision blurred.
Zarya’s voice was a thousand na
