The smell of battle had never felt this exciting and enticing. I should have gotten my fill after all the wolves I'd slain, but my wolf and I were only getting started. And now that our mate was here, the thirst to spill blood had been mixed with a desire to protect and impress as tension twined with pride.
"You don't deserve it. Any of this! And I'm going to take it all away!” Myrna, who’d barely stopped bleeding from the wound inflicted by Shyla, growled in warning and only my mate’s previous warning for me to stay away stopped me from acting on my ex queen’s threat.
Shyla, on the other hand, merely stood over her sister. Eyes steady. Her alpha aura that I was sure would have knocked me out too if I didn't share a part of her gift, blanketed the air, sending every other wolf, whether
