C63 Disgust

Izzy’s hands are shaking as she watches the young rogue werewolf fall to the ground, his body writhing in pain, the fire consuming him. She could smell the burning flesh and the rotten scent that comes with rogue werewolves.

“Come on, Izzy,” her ex-mate grins at her as he watches the helpless werewolf. “This is what we’re meant to do. We’re hunters