Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves
She looked at me, really looked at me, and whatever she saw made her lip curl in disgust.
"Our pack doesn't take orders from a bloodless human," she sneered, stepping right into my space. "She won't survive a week as Luna."
The fever was still raging through me, making my skin burn and my head spin. But the adrenaline, the rage, and the toxic influence of the Triad all flared up at once, shoving the dizziness aside and replacing it with something far more dangerous.
I reached out and grabbed the heavy iron fireplace poker that was leaning against the stone hearth. It was cold and rough in my hands, and I swung it across Freya's jaw with zero hesitation.
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