I see red. A high-pitched ring takes over my mind. I can't hear nor see any wolf than her. Walking to her in confident strides stopping in front of her I pick her up by her neck. Lifting her high, her legs dangling, eyes popping out. She struggles to breathe.
"Well, aren't you quite the liar, Theia? Friends you say but lovers you are. You lie to my face and you dare sit on my throne. You have the guts; I'll give you that." I am seething, fangs elongating aching for a bite of her flesh.
"Put her down now!" Deimos screams getting up from his seat. But his anger does nothing to instill fear within me nor calm me down. It angers me further. "Let her go, mate! Now! What the hell are you doing?" His voice growing louder by the second.
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