[Seraphina’s POV]
The howling blizzard outside the carriage was nothing compared to the violent storm of rage tearing through my chest.
My nails dug so deeply into the plush leather armrests that the material tore, exposing the stuffing underneath. The journey from the Blood Moon Pack to the Northern Wastes had taken almost twelve hours, and every single second of it was pure, unadulterated torture. Every time I closed my eyes, I didn't see the darkness. I saw her.
Elara. That pathetic, filthy little Omega in her cheap silver dress, looking down at me with pity. I felt the phantom weight of her suffocating White Wolf aura forcing me, a pureblood Lycan noble, to my knees.
"I will skin her alive," I whispered into the freezing, empty carriage, my yellow Lycan eyes glowing in the dark. "I
