Chapter Fifty
A sweet scent hit me, making me feel dizzy. My face contorted, ridges growing as my vision grew sharper. It was the sharp scent of her fear mixed with the tang of blood.
The door to her apartment was open and I could hear Nevie.
“Please, don’t. Omen-” Her voice was soft, almost like the fight had been knocked out of her. Stepping over the welcome mat, I thanked my lucky stars that the hunter had missed it when he put up the barrier.
I bounded in feeling sick, groceries lay strewn on the floor. It felt like I was moving underwater. My limbs felt strangely numb.
I moved deeper into the apartment. Eclipse sat in the kitchen. Nevie clutched in his arms. His face shifted between that of his demon and his wolf. Fangs buried in her neck as he sank them deeper. He didn’t even
