The Scent of Grief

Third Person's POV

Vespera lay perfectly still in the sterile, bright healer's chamber of the Moonglen hospital wing, staring blindly at the pristine white ceiling. Beneath the heavy cotton blankets, her chest heaved as she violently seethed with a fire-red, consuming fury. The scent of sharp antiseptics could not completely mask the sour, bitter tang of her own enraged pheromones.

Because Cery