Ember Frost’s POV
If that’s truly what she believed, then there was no doubt—she had completely lost it. She belonged in a mental hospital.
I let out a sharp, dark laugh. “Witch-blood, you say? And you think you can purge it… with those silver needles you’re waving around? Oh, Moon Goddess, have mercy! The very weapon she's clutching has clearly driven this poor woman's mind insane.
“You—you’re the crazy one here!” she spat, trembling with rage. “You bulldog! You’re working with those little witches, aren’t you? Trying to trick Eira into betraying her pack? Never! I will never allow it!”
And with that, she lunged at me like a wild animal.
I didn't waste all those hours of training. I moved calmly, following the steps I had drilled into muscle memory. With a swift maneuver, I sent her
