“NO!” Those words left my lips with not one hint of hesitation, shocking even myself.
“It’s just a vial of blood!” She spat, her red lips curling into something dangerous.
“And you are a witch!” I bit out, my mind already made up.
“Why him? Why do you want his blood specifically if you don’t plan to use it to satisfy your greed for power,” I yelled, my rage boiled over the edge of my sanity, as I felt my control slip bit by bit. My hands elongated into claws slowly, my wolf Lina just beneath my skin—angry that the witch even suggested something about harming her mate.
I tried to keep her down, curling my hands tightly into a fist. But it only made my elongated nails dig in the skin of my palm, tearing through as droplets of blood fell to the ground.
Etcherda’s eyes traced the blood th
