(MAYA)
Quentin's eyes are wide in shock and fear. "Y–You—"
"Traitor," the shifter says, his voice hoarse from disuse. Quentin goes pale. "H–How is this possible?"
"Traitor," the naked man repeats before thrusting his free hand into Quentin's chest. I watch him yank out his still-beating heart, his arm now covered in blood. The large shifter gurgles blood before being released and slumping to the ground.
He's dead.
My own heart pounding, I slowly turn my head to gawk at the silver-haired shifter. He's not looking at me, but down at the dead body. He drops the heart on the ground, and then finally, his eyes meet mine.
I open my mouth to beg him not to kill me, but when he looks at me, I feel a strange sensation in the pit of my stomach—a feeling of knowing, a warmth that I've never felt before.
