Priscilla
I stare at Gertie’s body lying in a pool of blood while her daughter and other pack members scream. A warrior is holding Erin to prevent her from getting near her mother. I look at Liz and Emily, who are clinging to each other.
“Don’t give that son of a b***h an inch, Priscilla,” Liz says.
Deacon looks at her. “Ah, Elizabeth. My beautiful mate,” he hisses and touches her cheek. She spits in his face. “I see Lawerence took the class out of you.”
“You are the classless one, you piece of s**t,” Liz snarls.
He grasped her chin and got in her face. Liz struggled to get away from his grasp. “See what you caused?” he gestured. “You could have been an obedient woman, and none of this would have happened.”
“f**k you,” Liz spits at him again.
Deacon’s fist balls up, and he punche
