"You are nothing," replied Raphael. He looked at Rachael's neck, refusing to stare at the naked body in front of him. Blood poured down her back and onto the floor by her feet. Whatever wound Addy had managed to inflict wasn't healed by the shift.
It had to be deep for that to happen.
Rachael opened her mouth to argue with his statement, only to let out a gasp and a scream as flesh started to drop to the floor in small bits. In fact, most might not have been even able to see the bits of Rachael falling off her body, but he could see it just fine.
And Rachael could feel it even better.
The fact that flesh was being ripped off of the she-wolf hadn't phased him even a bit. He had expected to feel something through the bond he shared with her, something that would make him want to stop everything so that a member of his pack wouldn't be killed in front of him.
And yet, he felt nothing.
