Kenna

I just killed someone.

I watch the unfamiliar man twitch on the ground as foam bubbles from his mouth. His eyes glaze over–eyes I wonder if he inherited from his mom… or dad. I wonder if someone who loves him is waiting on him to come home. If he has a mate and children. Brothers, sisters….

I tear my gaze from the dead man and look out over the dark forest at the shadows creeping toward me.

There’s more of them. More men. More Rebels.

We’re being attacked.

My body acts on instinct as my mind tries to catch up to what just happened, and I whirl to where...