Grim
Does he want to die today?
Is that what this is? Is that what he wants?
Does he not see the mark on her neck? Does he not feel the weight of my fury aimed straight at his chest? I didn't need to be a wolf to kill him.
I could easily do it now.
My rage hit a fever pitch. My vision blurred.
Lily whirls around to face me, probably sensing my limit and speaks out loud. “That’s not what he meant.”
I go incredibly and dangerously still, merely staring at her, and then at him, tracking their exchange like a hunter waiting for the right moment. The animal inside me is relentless, pacing and growling and demanding blood.
It craves to be let out.
It craves to be given form.
And if it weren’t for Lily, for my anchor to my human form, I might have already killed this man.
But it was
