Beauty of the Beast
Ignoring Murphy and his cursing for a moment, she examined the human he’d been looking at. It was a woman, young, a girl really, partially trapped in the fields thick mud. Thin and gaunt, she looked a hairsbreadth from being a living skeleton, starvation having taken its toll.
She glared up at them, fire burning intensely in her eyes despite the haze of pain that clouded them. Even as malnourished and bloody as she was, the girl was beautiful, a power boiling inside her that drew the blonde to her like a moth to a flame. Clarke could see a beast stalking within the small human, and she had the inexplicable urge to see that beast purr.
