“All healed up I see,” Serena throws a smirk over her shoulder at Slade, who continues walking, paying her no mind.
The flicker of joy in her eyes as they dip down to the permanent scars that mark Slade’s chest makes me want to tear her eyes out and make her eat them.
“Still an ugly b***h I see,” I snarl, imagining her head on a silver platter.
Her face pinches with a flash of anger, but she masks it quickly with a smile before ignoring me entirely.
‘You’re poking a bear, killer,’ Slade’s voice fills my head before a far more distorted one comes through, ‘You should fear her. Deranged is a compliment for that woman.’
This is the first time Slade’s wolf has spoken directly to me, and my spine stiffens at the gruff sound of it. There is an undertone of pain laced with every word, a
