Chapter 4

Chapter

Four

ZANE

D arkness, laughter, pain. The scents of those around me were wrong wrong wrong wrong . They broke my skin without claws, forcing me down…forcing me down to my knees, to my hands. My bones ached to shift, but I was trapped. My spine curved, on the verge of breaking.

Kill , they told me. Kill. Taste the blood, feed on it .

It choked me, and somewhere, a name was just beyond my grasp. My name.

A name that meant someone would come for me.

But there was only this.

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