Blood and Tradition

ROWAN’S POV

I flinch despite myself, turning my face away from the carnage, and Vance’s arm wraps around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest.

“Don’t look,” he murmurs into my hair. “They’re psychopaths.”

But I can still hear it. The wet sounds of blood dripping onto the floor. The raw, animal screams tearing from Trent’s throat.

The horrible calm of Winston’s voice cutting through it all li