The girl laying in the glare of the headlights was breathtaking despite the violence written across her body. Her skin was a rich, deep melanin that seemed to glow even under the artificial white light of the car. She wore dark jeans and the remnants of a black sweater that had been shredded into rags. Through the jagged tears in the fabric, her skin was exposed, revealing the soft edges of a lace bra. Dewan's eyes lingered momentarily on the smooth curve of her shoulder before shifting to the chaos around her.
Her brown hair was a sea of voluminous, tight curls that cascaded over the pavement in a tangled mess. She was covered in blood, the deep crimson staining her dark clothes and skin in a way that made his stomach twist. These weren't road rash injuries from a car. These were the jagged, unmistakable marks of a struggle with an animal possessed of lethal fangs and sharp claws.
