Sierra’s POV
What more could someone ask for while looking their prey in their eyes and ending every ounce of suffering they inflicted on my life. Every burden and plot that they had against me? Every nasty remark they ever said about me, assuming I couldn’t hear them? I asked myself over and over again what I had done to deserve their hatred.
The answer was always the same. I hadn’t personally done anything, but they just found me to be a threat to their supposed happy lives.
Not so happy now, are they? At my mercy and at my home. Suffering for a few hours while I finally enjoy all the fun. Leaving them all together with enough warriors surrounding them, all giving me a respectful glance before bowing their heads, I run off behind the tree that Nikolai and I shifted under, and I shif
