ISOLDE
I truly hope what Drogo said was true. That my mother could still be alive somewhere and that the news of her death was only meant to deceive me out of my hiding place.
Last night was terrifying. The strong urge. The voice that was not mine. The hellish pain of my bones cracking and reshaping as a powerful scream tore from my lips.
All of it happened in a split second.
I remember the shock on Camilla’s face before my vision blurred with blood. My jaw locked around her neck and snapped it with terrifying strength.
I had never felt rage consume me like that before. It was as if I no longer had control over my mind or body and all I wanted was to spill blood. Was that how bloodlust felt?
If it was, then I never want to feel it again.
I killed a person in cold blood. Not just any
