Wapun Meadow dripping in rot

Cole stood rigid, his jaw tightening as his amber eyes followed the slinking forms of the strangers retreating into the distance. A grimace twisted his face, the weight of the scene settling heavy on his shoulders. What the fuck was all this?
His gaze flicked to the injured man crumpled on their doorstep, the stench of blood and misery thick in the air. He exhaled sharply through his nose, his chest heaving as he wrestled with the frustration boiling beneath his skin.
Goddamn mess, he muttered under his breath, his tone low and gruff. As Zephyra stomped forward to kick up dirt, Cole’s eyes briefly met hers, a wordless exchange passing between them. He didn’t need to say anything more.
With a final, lingering glance at the bloodied patch of earth, Cole turned, his steps heavy as he fell into stride behind her, the tension radiating from him like a storm waiting to break.

last from me!