Juliette
‘Well that took an unexpected turn.’ My wolf mutters in my head. I ignored her initially, my thirst for blood increasing by the second, and the sight of decapitated corpses not making my stomach turn anymore. But then it hits me. The guy I captured was right. I am a monster.
‘Not that I’m complaining, or anything, but maybe you should ease off on the gruesome killing. After you end Rowan, that is. I might be a proud Alpha and all, but I don’t want our mate to fear us.’ The first ever sign of vulnerability in Lyra breaks the metaphorical spell that must have enveloped me.
I realise that Lyra is right too. I’ve jumped from one extreme to the other, and I need to pace myself, I need to be smart about this.
While everyone else present is wary regarding me and what looks like the a
