Astor's Pov
It wasn't a body. It was pieces.
Not just killed, mutilated. His limbs were scattered like trash, and his torso was open. Every part of him was lying around, mixed with dirt and torn leaves.
The blood, God, the blood. It wasn't just a stain it was a swamp. l thought what happened to the kids was bad but this was worse.
I tried to breathe, but the air felt heavy with death.
I choked on the smell, stumbled back a step, and then, completely against my will, I bent over the roots of a massive oak tree and emptied my guts. The sound was ragged and terrible, and the taste was even worse.
When I straightened up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the world was spinning.
Every face around me looked the same. Pale, frozen, and completely terrified. These were strong wolve
