I Claim All

Declan

The battlefield was a storm of claws, steel, and blood. The sky unleashed sheets of cold rain that turned the dirt into mud and washed rivers of crimson into the ground. I tore through another wolf, his body collapsing at my feet, when I caught the flash of something absurd.

Vera’s ridiculous little blue car barreling straight through the battle, wipers flailing uselessly, bass rattling the