ARIA POV
*us and pigs - sofia isella*
*trigger warning - gore , death*
The moment I stepped into that room, something inside me went still in a way that had nothing to do with calm and everything to do with focus, because the smell hit first—blood layered over old fear, sweat, magic burned into stone, something rotten beneath it all—and my stomach should have turned, I should have felt something break at the sight of it, at the sound of bodies hitting the ground and bones cracking under force that wasn’t meant to be survived, but I didn’t.
I didn’t feel horror.
I didn’t feel fear.
I felt ready.
My eyes swept the room once, taking in the chaos without really seeing it—the men, the wolves mid-shift, the broken illusion of control shattering under violence—and then they found him.
Ala
