The air was heavy, thick with the stench of blood and the acrid taste of sweat. My heart pounded in my chest, but it wasn't from fear. It was from adrenaline, from the storm of emotions swirling inside me. I stood beside James, my hand still gripping his arm as we both stared down at Emily's lifeless body.
It should have felt like a victory. We had won, hadn't we? Emily, with all her darkness and manipulation, was dead. She wouldn't threaten us anymore. But as I looked at her crumpled form on the ground, something inside me felt... wrong.
James' breathing was ragged, and I could sense the same turmoil in him. His wolf was still on edge, and I didn't blame him. Mine was too, pacing restlessly in my mind, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
But there was no time to dwell on that now. We had to move.
