I barely touch the damn food.
Every muscle in my body is wound tight with rage—rage I’ve been nursing since the moment I stepped foot into Red Night Pack territory. My hands twitch at the memory, and my jaw is clenched so tightly it’s a miracle my teeth haven’t shattered. My mate—Kali—was on her knees, being screamed at and shoved around like a worthless mutt by some pathetic excuse for a woman.
She slapped Kali and before I even registered my own movement, she was dead.
I snapped her neck so fast she didn’t even get the chance to scream. No warning, no second chances. Her body hit the ground with a dull thud, and the silence that followed was… satisfying. The crowd gasped, mouths hanging open in shock, but all I saw was Kali—frozen, trembling, trying to stand tall despite everything.
