“Please, my foot.”
Maya lunged, her claws ripping across Fergus’s chest, shredding fabric and flesh in a violent spray of blood that splattered the trembling maids, the shocked guards, painting the walls in streaks of crimson.
Fergus let out a ragged scream, collapsing to the floor, clutching the torn mess of his chest, his fingers slick with his own blood as it seeped into the rug.
The guards stepped forward instinctively, but Maya’s eyes snapped to them, glowing white, her lips peeling back in a snarl as a low, guttural growl thundered from deep in her chest, her wolf, Scarlett, clawing for release.
Her aura hit them like a brutal wave, crashing against their lungs, forcing them to freeze, trembling under the raw dominance pouring from her.
“Touch me, and I’ll gut you like pigs,” sh
