Avenged

Isabelle

The rage remained there, everything else faded. The want of revenge that had turned into a storm and the need to see them die bit by bit.

The pale face of Alistair came into my view....No, he'd be the last one to die.

My eyes spotted the sight of Julian's bloodied face...He'd be the second one to die.

And then my gaze landed on Draven. The painful flashbacks of how he kicked my poor sister's fragile body, again and again, passed through my eyes, and Orabelle's agonized screams rang in my ears shaking my soul.

My fists clenched to my sides, the heat radiating from my palm gathering in my fingertips. The rays began turning intense as if one stroke of them could burn that monster into ashes.

But I did not want him to kill him easily.

He deserved to go through the same pain he had put Orabelle through.

Carter released Draven from his hold as he saw me approaching him, a mere surprise that remained beneath