Genevieve's POV
"Kill him? I can't do that," I refused, shaking my head vehemently. It felt like I was in my own little world. A hell like world. Owen was desperately trying to figure out what was wrong with me while I was here debating his death with Ravenna. Who knew my night was going to turn out like this? Why does my mate want to kill her mate? It didn't make any sense.
"It's not a request but an order. You answer to me now and you have to do as I say!" she growled at me angrily.
"Not when it involves taking someone's life! My mate for that matter. I'm not touching a single strand of hair on Owen's head and I won't let anyone do that either," I vowed.
"Is that so? Have you forgotten we are one? You can't fight against yourself," she retorted.
"How did I get a wolf like you? Mum w
