Outside, Mia crouched in the wet undergrowth, blood dripping down her bandaged arm, soaking into the muddy earth, her wolf’s eyes glaring through the branches toward the hut.
“You should have stayed dead, old b***h,” she hissed under her breath, fingers twitching as claws threatened to burst through her skin. Her wolf itched to rip flesh, to claim, to taste blood.
Behind her, a young, twitchy wolf shifted uneasily, rain trickling down his terrified face, “She’s just an old hag, Mia. Why don’t we just—”
Slash.
Mia’s claws sliced across his face, leaving four deep, jagged lines that gushed blood, splattering onto the wet leaves. The pup yelped, falling backward, clutching his face as the rain diluted his blood into pink rivulets.
“Shut the f**k up,” Mia snarled, leaning down, her eyes g
