HAZEL
I've never yearned for death, but today, my very soul screams for it. The wolf within me thirsts for our demise.
She's a fuvking psychopath, and clearly unstable. She seems intent on getting us killed today. Why would she make such a reckless decision as to sleep in the Alpha's bed, especially considering the Brute wolves' reputation for aggression?
His low menacing growl from the doorway is enough warning I feel to my very core. But all it does is draw a little whine of irritation from my suicidal wolf.
She picks up her head, yawns dramatically at him, and proceeds to flop over to her other side.
Fuck, and she closes her eyes.
I scream at her to move, to get up, to bow or to run. Anything but she just relax in the Alpha's bed as though she belongs there.
“I see,” he says,
