The night air was filled with the scent of blood—the disgusting Croonie blood, and dampness.
My breath came sharp and fast, my heart pounding.
My fingers were twitching at my sides, the poison in my claws brandished, aching for a release.
I was going to give them just that.
Sergei stood across from me, his lips shaping into a smirk.
The two Croonies flanking him adjusted their stance, their lifeless eyes locked on me like predators eyeing down their prey.
I wasn’t prey.
Not anymore.
And I was about to show them.
“You should see yourself”
Sergei bellowed, tilting his head and smiling.
“The fury in your eyes, the way your body tenses like a rabid dog ready to bite. Is that what you are now, Alaena? A mindless beast? Hmmm?”
“Tell me what difference there is between you and me lo
