Chapter 15Mature

The blood trail showed the hunger of the claw
It had eaten at his ribs
and made its way across his torso
I saw the face of Her
and then I saw the face of Her bestfriend
Their eyes looked to The Marked One
as she sat weeping at the sight of her young lover

The rest set their stares on me
Awaiting my call
Her eyes pleaded into mine
And my thoughts ran wildly
my breath got heavier
my pace got quicker
and my mind worked slower

The Marked One sat upright
the look of acceptance on his face
His eyes looked to me
And his words demanded silence

The eyes of the Weeping One matched his resolve

And a lover was lost

The End

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