Poppy’s P.O.V
I stood in front of the mother of my mate. My hand gripped tightly to the hunting knife that was drenched in the blood of those she commanded. Splatters of crimson contrasted my hair of snow against the warm light of a flickering lantern. I stared her down as Kate stood from behind the desk, walking around to the front of the sturdy oak table. Her hands laid back onto the table as she began to laugh, obviously underestimating the danger she was currently in.
“So, you haven’t given up after all that we’ve done?” Luna Kate stared me down as her nail ran along the top of the desk. Her voice sounded amused, yet threatening. I began to crouch, readying myself for battle. She did not deserve my explanations, she did not deserve my voice. I stared as she continued to speak, mockin
