Third person POV :
Espona watched as her mate Versace went about their little shack they called home, throwing around and smashing things. She only hoped and prayed that he wouldn't direct his anger on her and would be satisfied with the things in their room. But today wasn't her lucky day as he turned his hatred filled gaze on her as he was done with the things they had. He walked towards her and held her in a chokehold not enough to cut off her air but enough to hurt.
"You had one job, ONE JOB, you stupid little b***h and that was to make sure that that w***e could not escape. But what do you do? You lead the half-blood freak right to her." He screamed pulling her closer. The scent of cheap alcohol hit her right in her nose and she whimpered.
"But Versace I-"
"Not one word. Do you kn
