Chapter 71 Our Mess To Clean

• Aurora
• Jaxson must have spotted the carnage on the beach from afar because I watch his black wolf sprint down the shoreline until he spots my gaze and zips over to my side. His eyes are practically red in color, something furious rippling through him as he tips his head and drags me up the beach a little, circling me as I lay safe in the shallowest of ebbing waves.
• I shiver, cold from the water but chills brushing down my naked body from the hot blood covering my side and hips. The cut is on my back, a claw mark or teeth mark bleeding profusely from puncture wounds behind my hip, covering my lower half with severe, iron blood.