My Mate, My Killer
“Your pack is weak, Zarion. Aside from the fact you only stole it from Enzo. You always steal things, people, and titles. Even legacy, I’m afraid. It's time for the Madfur Claws Pack to claim what's rightfully ours.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest, and I felt the weight of my pack's eyes on me. This was the moment we had been preparing for, the clash that was inevitable, no matter how much I wished for peace.
“Just so you know, Cassidy is only a white lie I brought up just for you to agree to this war. I never give a fuck about her. I only want for you to die. Today. In my hands.” The tension hung in the air, a charged silence that held the promise of violence. The icy ground beneath my fee