And beside her head was the head of the alpha of the southern pack. Both their heads were then surrounded by the heads of the rogue that participated in the attack.
I gritted my teeth in anger, trying to contain myself as I answered, "Kill them." I said, my right hand clutching my left arm as if it was the head of Persephone herself, "I kill them with my bare hands."
And as much as I felt how hard my grip against myself was, it felt good. Ignoring the fact that I would probably end up injuring myself again, it felt exciting, having to someday do this to the people I've been looking forward to deal with myself.
"Phoebe," Alastor called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. My vision cleared up as I found him looking at me with concern plastered on his face. It was as if he was begging me
