I Walked Away
I did not even have to make a move; she sent her werewolves to bring me to a chasm in the valley.
She showed up with no pretense, her eyes brimming with spite. "You've got some gall, Fiona," she sneered.
I met her gaze, ice in my veins, as my brows drew together.
"Aren't you aware? The whole North is abuzz, whispering about the Alpha King's sidekick, the cripple marked by a random werewolf."
Sierra circled me, her words hissing like a serpent's. "Had I been in your shoes, I'd have buried myself in a snowdrift by now. Why linger and be a blight, inviting shame? Right?"