Andrei’s POV
The corpse grew heavy and rotten in my mouth. It tasted like foul meat and the tang of congealed blood and the lingering flavor of terror.
It was supposed to feel wrong, having the body of a man I’d killed clenched between my wolf’s jaws. The sort of thing any sane person would gag and retch over.
And yet I couldn’t seem to make myself hate it.
It felt… Right. Like it was what I was meant to do.
Wasn't it?
My wolf's paws hit the ground in a steady rhythm. I hadn’t stopped running all night. Trees blurred past, turning more and more tangled and full of brambles the closer I loped toward the Thornwood. The rain had stopped long ago, and yet I didn’t feel tired.
Was this his doing? The Lord of Hell? Had he given me this extra strength, this power, this stamina?
It was… delicious.
But the ritual wasn’t complete yet. Only then could I receive my true blessing.
North. I needed to go north. To the mountain.
Wait. My footsteps slowed, and I drew my brows together. Why did I have to go to the mountain?
Oh. The ritual. The offering. The Lord of Hell demanded it.
I stumbled as I went to pick up my pace again, and nearly dropped the body. My mind felt split in two. One half was screaming at me to stop, to drop Isaac and run back to Natalia. The other half was pushing me forward, whispering that this was the only way to save my family.
Save them from what?
From me. From the demon. From—
The thought scattered like smoke. I shook my head and kept running. North.

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