Chapter 7

I set the bowl down.

Then I walked into the shadows of the stone wall.

And ripped the armor from my own flesh.

Flesh tore free with a wet, sickening sound.

Blood instantly soaked my underclothes.

The pain made my teeth chatter, but all I saw was his face...

Gently placing this pelt on me in the snow.

I balled up the dripping armor, fought back the tremors, and stepped out of the shadows—throwing it right at Grey's feet.

"Take it away."

Grey just stared at the blood-soaked mess, completely frozen.

He never thought I'd actually do it.

He definitely didn't expect this bloody, mangled ruin.

"Tell Kain," I said, my eyes locked on his.

"The Spirit Wolf Pelt is a gift. For Sara."

Grey snatched the pelt and vaulted out the open window.

A blast of cold air hit me.

My strength finally gave out.

My legs buckled, and I crumpled to the ground.

I started coughing up mouthfuls of black blood.

I collapsed on the floor, coughing so hard I could barely breathe.

And my vision blurred at the edges.

Before everything went dark, a pair of black boots stopped in front of me.

A heavy cloak was thrown over me, wrapping me in its weight.

Draven's strong arms lifted me from the floor.

"Do you really care that little whether you live or die?"

His voice was shaking, thick with suppressed rage.