Chapter 54 The Map Of Wounds

The chill hadn't departed the monastery even after the fight was over. It lingered on the stones, as if grieving the old blood shed anew on holy ground. Damien sat by the fire, its dancing flames casting cruel shadows on the jagged scars on his arms. He hadn't fully shifted back; remnants of fur still rimmed his knuckles, and his golden eyes glowed softly in the dark.