Phantom Hollow [m] You know it's not the same as it was

The first time Reverie had taken a life, it had all been a haze; a fury unlike any other when she'd come upon the wolf who'd acted as @Dusty Rose's jailer in Sunfil. Even now she scarcely remembered the bloody act — but she remembered the faces of her companions in the aftermath, the way they'd looked at her. She remembered the sticky feeling of her face and throat soaked in blood, the thick metallic taste of it.

The second time Reverie took a life, it was all too real. She didn't mean to — not really. All at once Hunst was there, and while he threw one wolf to the ground, Reverie jerked away from the others with an aimless snap of her teeth.

She caught a pale wolf's shoulder; the man whipped around, slamming her into the trunk of a tree at her back, and in desperation she snapped again. This time she caught his throat. Her mouth filled with blood. He staggered away, soundless as Hunst's command cracked through the air.

Reverie tried to listen — she did. Her fur felt wet. Her face felt numb. She stumbled and found herself sitting, sinking, and realized belatedly that her head was bleeding. It was bleeding quite a lot.