Beneath the Scars

Thalia

Fingers clamping down like iron, Kaelen hauled me deeper into the dim trees. "Let go of me! Stop!" I yelled, thrashing hard against his bruising hold. Back on the pine-needle floor, Beckett lay groaning with a bloody face, the latest casualty of Kaelen's vicious temper.

My frantic resistance finally made Kaelen stop dead in his tracks, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Blind rage and