I stood static, my fingers still vibrating from the adrenaline rush and the slimy sensation of someone else's blood cooling under my nails.
My claws retracted slowly, leaving my fingertips raw, but the fire in my chest would not go out.
I saw the blood gush from that girl's cheek before it began to drip onto her expensive shirt. She brought her hand to her face, her eyes bulging from the initial shock of the pain, and looked at me as if she had seen a monster.
Maren brought her hands to her mouth, looking at me with a terror that pierced my soul. Had it really been me? Was that savage fury mine?
"I'm fed up!" I shouted at them, feeling the iris of my eyes still burning an incandescent yellow. "Fed up with your insults, your cheap superiority, and you thinking you can trample on anyone
