Chapter 42 Bloodstained Christmas

Piper The metallic tang of blood lingers in the air, thick and suffocating. My hands tremble as I clutch the fabric of Elijah's shirt like it’s the only thing tethering me to reality. My chest rises and falls erratically, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. I don’t know which was more terrifying: watching Elijah’s massive black wolf emerge from him in a grotesque, violent transformation or the way that same wolf shredded my ex like a piece of paper, tearing him apart with a ferocity that will haunt my dreams and Christmas forever.