Honey’s pov.
“You wouldn't want to mess up those pretty nails of yours now, would you?” I smirked at her, chuckling internally at the rage that I saw building up inside her. She didn't hide her emotions very well. That much was very clear.
“Don't f*****g interrupt me, who the hell do you think you are? This our territory, OURS.., that you're trespassing on..”
“And so what? That gives you the right to kill us anyhow because your weird as f**k king has some stupid vendetta against rogues? The right to kill us without question? That is complete bullshit; the lot of you didn't even give us a chance before you decided that our lives were worth less than your own. But what should I expect from a group of spoilt, power-hungry pack members? Oh, I'm sorry, princess. Am I being too real for you
