"Or, a less bloody alternative: you learn to set chains before the fangs come out."
Dylan didn't know what to say. He looked at them both, one after the other. They were both right, but he knew that right now, time was the one thing he didn't have.
What he felt inside wasn't as clear-cut. It wasn't a beast slumbering. It wasn't a voice screaming. It was more subtle. Softer, even. Like a slow poison seeping into his breath, his thoughts, his memories.
As if… she was using what he already was.
He hated it.
He stood up abruptly, brushing the dust off his knees.
"Whatever she wants, she won't get it."
Maggie stared at him for a long moment, then nodded without a word.
Elisa stood too, dusting off her coat, and added in a lighter tone:
"Well, on those heroic words… shall we talk about what we're hunting today?"
Maggie stepped forward like she'd been waiting all morning for this exact moment.
