Chapter Seventy-three

Nadia kept walking, feeling pumped up with anger. The adrenaline rush through her and her entire form shook from it. She still held the knife tightly in her hand; the zeal to thrust it into something whirled in her like a hurricane. She was furious at herself for what she allowed Angel's behaviour to turn her into. ‘If he didn't want her, she should leave!’ she thought and her anger grew. She stopped in a clearing and started to walk in a circle and then paced. Grunting like a wounded lion. The crunching of ice underfoot made her snap her attention in that direction. For a minute she hoped that that bitch Elena had followed her or some unfortunate bitch who thought they could disrespect her by flirting with her mate. The grip around the knife hilt tightened and it didn't relent when the hair on her neck bristled. She parted her legs and lowered her gaze, something primitive seemed to have awoken inside her and all her senses appeared alert. She took steady breaths as she grew attuned t