Irabel
"What do you want?" Irabel snarled, when what she really wanted was to sever Maxith's head.
Perhaps if she did, her mother and little brother would be safe. Perhaps she wouldn't be responsible for another's death in this lifetime too.
She could feel the joy of finally having her wolf dimming into dread, for whatever she was, could just as easily destroy her new family—that was Maxith's fault.
"What do I want?" Maxith closed the distance between them.
"We are mates, damn it! You have to feel this too. I can't be the only one." His hands tore through his hair, his voice fraying.
His frazzled state brought Irabel a dark satisfaction, easing the tightness in her chest in a way his suffering deserved.
She could easily tell him she didn't... but where would the torment be in that?
