Mia
Their screams were like music to my ears. Desperate, broken, the kind that once belonged to me.
Now they trembled at my feet, weak, trembling things who once called me useless.
I stepped closer, letting my shadow stretch over them. The air still shimmered faintly from the energy I had expelled. My body hummed with power, thrumming beneath my skin like wildfire restrained by will.
One of the men, the one whose wolf I had torn apart with a flick of my wrist first, tried to crawl backward. His arms shook violently, blood dripping from his nose.
“P-please…” he rasped. “Kill me. Just… end it.”
A humorless smile tugged at my lips. “Oh, now you beg?” My voice came out calm, but it carried that edge of something dark, something unyielding. “You weren’t so polite when you called me weak,
