Azrael
“Isn’t that?”
Ivy nods her head. “Jody.”
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Thane yells while walking toward the girl I met in the hallway weeks ago.
Jody shakes her head, tears falling from her eyes as her hand shakes. The blade she’s holding wobbles back and forth. I can’t tell whether she’s trying to hold onto it or throw it away. But I can see she’s struggling either way.
“What he told me!” Jody yells while sobbing.
“What who told you?”
Jody's hand moves as if she were a puppet on a string, and she points the dagger at Thane. “Don’t come any closer! I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Jody, you couldn’t hurt me if you tried.”
Ah, that’s right. The Lycan King and Queen cannot die. Not that I want to collect their souls or anything. But in all my long years of breathing,
