The Banished Mate: Awakening The Silver Wolf
With each rip of skin, with each tear of flesh, he turned to flash that same smile at Zara.
“Two.”
By the time he reached the third spy, blood had formed a river on the floor. Zara was sobbing uncontrollably, her body convulsing in shock.
The third spy, a woman, tried to beg. “Please… please, I was just following—”
Her voice was cut off with a scream as Damian drove the blade in again.
“Three.”
By the time it was done, the three corpses were unrecognizable—raw, shredded meat.
Zara sat paralyzed. Vomit on her. Urine staining her legs. Her face pale. Her soul broken.