Chapter 87. Boom

Colton comes at me, lifting his claws in the air for a final blow, and as the sun glints on the red-stained mess of his sharp talons, I look at his face one last time. His human form, the face of the boy who devastates my soul with just a look, and even now, it melts all my defenses away. I’ve missed this face, even if his mind is not behind it.

That tanned perfection of a handsome male, the straight dark slash of eyebrows over unfamiliar soulless eyes. His squared jawline, his subtle etch of dimples, even though he’s not smiling but scowling instead. Even like this, about to deliver the last blow, I can’t hate him. My heart belongs to him and fills with the new ache of finally seeing him as his face again after so many days, and I start to cry softly. Resigned to a goodbye and glad that it will be this sight I leave the world with.

Colton makes his move with no hesitation in his purpose, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight as I tense and prepare for the piercing pain of a