#Chapter 135: The Dead Hiker

Elara

The moment we found the body, Draken and I froze. My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat as I stared at the mangled remains of the hiker.

His face was unrecognizable, torn apart by what could only have been claws. His throat was a mess of shredded flesh, and the metallic stench of blood hung heavy in the air. It cloyed into my mouth and nose, the scent of rot and decay and the buzzing