The Devil's Possession
Blood streamed over his eyes from the wound, and he inched back a few steps, glaring over at me as his tongue left his mouth to lick the side of his lips.
I twisted my feet at the ankle until the throbbing pain there lessened and my bones settled back in place. Grinning, I straightened up and stepped off, circling him with one slow step at a time. “You are telling lies, wolf.” I said, imitating the same mocking tone he had used with me, “Setting so many wolves against my mate is what only a coward would do. If you want him dead, challenge him. It’s simple. But you fight an unfair fight. You are no Alpha…that, I know. That is why you must die.”
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