The Alpha's Rejected Goddess: Carrying the World Ender
She gurgled, body convulsing, before going limp.
Chaos erupted. Elder Voss lunged with a ceremonial dagger, but Torin caught his wrist, snapping it like dry wood, then drove the blade into Voss's eye socket, twisting until the hilt ground against bone. The man screamed, high and wet, collapsing in a heap. Two more elders bolted for the door, but Torin was faster—tackling one, his knee pinning the man's spine while he ripped out his throat with claws, hot blood flooding his mouth. The last, Elder Thorne, cowered behind the table, babbling pleas. 'We did it for the pack! She was defective—'
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