Penelope POV
"Get in here and finish this."
Julian's voice through the phone is a blunt instrument. It rattles the cheap speaker of my mobile. He is not asking. He never asks. He commands, his Alpha tone scraping against my ears like boots on gravel.
"I am outside," I say.
I cut the call before he can bark another order. The screen goes black. I stare at my reflection in the dark glass. My eyes are too bright. The Lycan blood inside me is a hot, heavy current, screaming for a fight.
"Let me out," Aria whispers from the dark corners of my mind. Her voice is a jagged blade, slick with three years of swallowed teeth and choked-down insults. "Let me tear the throat out of him. Let me paint the tiles with her."
"Not yet," I think back. My thoughts are cold blocks of ice. "A quick death is
