I'm not a f*****g weakling when it comes to killing. Killing others would be as normal for me as breathing.
In the middle of the forest, halfway from our house to the eastern pack border, I pushed Deimos against a nearby birch tree. I'm already pissed as it is with the southern pack with everything that concerns Eris. Now, I had to hear this?
"You didn't want her," Deimos expertly swatted my hand away from him as if it didn't bother him one bit. It felt strong that my hand literally flew away from him. Damn these higher ranked wolves with stronger forces, "So we gave it to those who wanted her."
With my left hand on my hips, my index finger and thumb from my right hand pinched the bridge of my nose so hard, I feel like snapping my own nose in two, "You gave Persephone to the southern pa
