“Leave this pack while you still can, Maya,” Zarya spat, her voice slicing through the silence. “If you really love yourself, run back to that shitty excuse of a pack you crawled from. Go cry over your dead ex-mate like the pathetic, desperate w***e you are.”
Her words were sharp, cruel, dripping with poison meant to pierce bone-deep.
Maya’s temples throbbed, the headache from the constant arguments clawing at her skull. Her patience was fraying, thread by thread. “Just get the f**k out,” she hissed, her voice trembling with restrained rage. “Before I destroy you.”
But Zarya wasn’t done. She never f*****g was.
“What?” Zarya sneered, her eyes glinting like obsidian. “You can’t handle the fact that I’ve made you nothing more than a f*****g pushover? That I branded you a murderer in front
