MATED TO MY BULLIES
His screams were music.
The third rogue tried to run. I caught him in three steps, grabbed him by the spine, and threw him into a building with enough force that the wall collapsed.
"Jesus Christ," Elijah's voice, shocked and horrified. "What did that serum do to her?"
What did the serum do? The serum just unlocked what was already there. All the rage. All the pain. All the fury I'd been swallowing down, choking on, drowning in while they played house with their new Luna and left me to rot. More rogues came at me, and I welcomed them. Each one that fell felt like justice. Each scream felt like vindication. Each spray of blood felt like cleansing.