"Get out of this bar!" Ishiah roared at me, massive wings swooping out of nowhere. He came at me, practically nose-to-nose, ice-silver eyes blazing. "You shit."
My brain pounded what have you done – what have you done? "Ish …" I gasped. "I am so sorry."
He moved away from me, stepping over the twisted body of the dead adolescent wolf. The one with its neck torn open, its spine snapped in several places and its legs tangled under its body. "Leave," said the peri, pointing to the door.
I left, ready to fall onto the sidewalk and weep. I would never forgive myself for that – I didn't even know how Niko could. And of course he would find out now. I would never be allowed back in there. No one let Auphe into their establishment if they could help it. And that's what I was, wasn't I?
I could still feel the shattered bone shifting under my fingers, the blood in my mouth.
My mind was going. This was ripping me apart. I needed Niko to pull me out of this kaleidoscope of horrors and hold me together, and yet … how could I ever, ever face him again?
What was I becoming?