As Alex approached the cluster of large rocks, his breath hitched. A faint, wet sound reached his ears—the unmistakable noise of tearing flesh. The metallic scent of blood mixed with the salty sea breeze, growing stronger with each step.
His stomach twisted as he rounded the final rock.
There she was.
Elizabeth was crouched low, her silver hair cascading over her face, strands sticky with blood. Her shoulders moved slightly with each slow, deliberate bite.
And beneath her…
Alex's breath caught in his throat.
A child.
The small, lifeless body lay limp on the cold, wet sand. Tiny fingers curled stiffly, their owner never to move again.
Elizabeth's head tilted slightly, and he caught a glimpse of her face—her mouth smeared crimson, her pale lips parting as she took another bite.
His body tensed, the scene before him was horrific.
This wasn't just a bounty. This wasn't just a misunderstanding.
This was real.
