My Two Alpha Mates
“Maybe you should end your miserable life and spare us. A dagger to the heart, perhaps? Or the river? I hear drowning is peaceful… if you stop struggling.”
“Stop,” I whispered, my voice shaking in anger. I felt a heat surging in my body, and something inside me snapped.
My vision blurred, but this time not with sorrow; it was something darker. My nails dug into my palms, and then, suddenly, painfully, they weren’t nails anymore.
Claws. I lashed out, slicing claws across Ravyn’s perfect face.
She screamed as she stumbled back, clutching her cheek in her hand. The blood ran down her fingers, staining her dress.