My eyes stared down at the broken and mangled body of my mate's mother. I expected to feel relief from the revenge I sought, maybe sadness for the finality of her hatred of me. Yet, when I stared down at the unidentifiable body of Luna Kate I felt nothing. My need for revenge was stronger than ever. Gripping my heart tightly as it roared for more bloodshed. Luna Kate's death didn't remove everything she had done to me. It didn't repair the scars. It didn't bring Danielle back.
I focused heavily on Kate's body. She had been completely ripped apart by Noir to the point that she looked more like a jumbled mess than a person.
"Are you okay? She cut your face open." My attention focused back on Noir, who was standing in front of me with his head tilted. I saw the man in front of me, his arms
