Avery’s POV
Dierdra sprawled across the floor like a rag doll. She wasn’t moving.
“What have you done?” Gideon snarled, leaping across the space towards his ‘mate’.
Had I killed her? She looked so limp and broken where she lay. I couldn’t believe that I could have done such a thing, even with my wolf’s strength?
What did that make me? A murderer? A feral wolf? I would be executed this very day.
I could easily imagine how things would go from here. Gideon would haul me out to the execution grounds. The pack would gather around. Dierdra’s body would be laid out as proof of my savagery.
And then I would be killed, and my mother would never know I wasn’t coming to save her. She would perish in a cell, wondering what she had done to deserve such a useless daughter.
“Hnggg…” Deirdra
