Marina’s POV
“Where is it, where is it?!” I yelled, frustrated I couldn’t find the sword my mother gave me on my 15th birthday. She used it to strike down her greatest enemy, and I will too.
“What are you looking for?”
“s**t!” I yelled, my mother’s voice startling me, “You scared me, mom,” I held my hand to my chest, trying to laugh off the anxiety that built inside of me.
“You scare easy, for an Alpha,” She eyed me up and down, walking through the armory toward the back of the room.
“Come on, this way,” She told me. I followed her to a vault where she put a code in. My birthday, that’s secure. She opened the doors, and there was the sword in all its glory. It sat against an all-white backdrop, held in place by plastic clips. The metal ones vibrated too much. The gold swirled through
