“You f****d with the wrong b***h, human,” I write in jagged lines of meat and blood. “You want blood? This is just a taste of what I will do for those I love. Watch your back—I’m coming for you.
Love,
The Banshee.”
When I’m done, I call the wolves. They take deep, precise bites out of his body.
And then Sandy steps forward—Aspen’s mate—and with a cold look in her eyes, she eats his heart straight from his chest.
I wrap the corpse in surgical cloth and turn to the wolves.
“Take him to the bridge,” I say. “Hang him from the railings. Make sure traffic will see. No phones. No messages. No mistakes. Don’t get caught. Make sure the message is to the outside.”
“Yes, Luna,” they echo, eyes gleaming.
Caden walks beside me as I head home. My hands are still bloodied.
When we enter, Mum and
