I let out a low laugh.
“You talk too much, Darren. You always did. Even when we were boys you filled the room with your words because you thought talking louder made you stronger. But words do not save you now. That knife will not save you now. Nothing will save you now.”
My wolf pressed harder, his growl rattling me from the inside. Let him lunge. Let him swing. We will catch it. We will break his arm. We will shove that blade through his ribs. We will feed his blood to the floor while Lyra watches. Do not wait. End him.
But I wanted to stretch it. I wanted him to remember every shovelful of dirt. I wanted him to drown in the memory of Lyra screaming my name while he laughed.
I took a slow step closer. My eyes never left his.
“You see me breathing. You see me burning. You see me st
