Lily POV
Waking up in the middle of a war zone was something made of nightmares. Wolves running around everywhere tearing each other to pieces, a complete bloodbath. Layla anxiously whining inside my head, at a loss I couldn t process properly. Aria s screaming, ripping my eyes away from the battle and in her direction. We were losing and I couldn t see anyone I recognised from my pack. Layla growled angrily in my head.
"They re dead!" She screamed, and that s when I realised how completely empty I felt. The chatter of my pack had gone deadly silent. The mate bond was the worst, I could feel only a void getting bigger and bigger with each breath I took, all-consuming but I shoved it aside. Layla s anger, pure rage simmering in my veins. She wanted blood, and I gave into the bloodlust, only it felt different as I let her take control of my body. Every fibre in my body, every cell that made me, shattering as an animalistic urge for blood took over.