"No one deserves to be treated like that. How would you feel if we sold you into human trafficking? Not that anyone would be desperate enough to pay for you," I spat, glaring into her eyes.
I noticed Peter approaching, but Axel stepped beside me, ready to back me up.
"Baby, I know you want to handle this yourself, but you're still healing," he mind-linked.
"They won't put up much of a fight. They're pathetic," I replied.
"Just be careful," he warned.
"I'll be fine," I said, extending my claws. In one swift motion, I slashed Martha's throat, watching her crumple to the ground, gasping.
Peter screamed, rushing to her side and desperately trying to staunch the flow of blood, but it was no use—she quickly bled out and died right before him. He glared at me, his eyes filled with hatre
