The Beast And The Blessed

Eighty-Seven: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

Charlie shifted before me, her wolf significantly smaller than mine but just as eager to draw blood. It seemed that was a family trait.

Craving blood...the kill.

I would have been excited about the challenge if she weren't my sister. But this was Charlie. My Charlie. I had protected her all her life and cared for her. But she never grew up. She never listened, and now her insubordination would be her downfall.

I felt my anger start to bubble up. After everything I taught her and everything I had supported her through...

I had always pushed back my feelings on the situation and supported her. Yet, she couldn't give two shits about anyone other than herself. She was rotten and had been corrupted. I could see it now. She was bad. She was evil. 4

Natalie had been right, I had let Charlie get away with far too much, and it needed to stop now.

My vision turned red with rage as the thoughts tumbled through my head quickly. At first, I was just going to fight her until she submitted. I hadn't wanted her to die.

Now it was all I could think about, like a record player on repeat in my mind telling me to end her. I would kill Charlie, win my mate back, and end this madness.

Charlie deserved to die. i

It was such a sudden shift that it almost made me pause. I had never wanted to kill her before. Out of all the people who needed to die, Charlie had never even crossed my mind. Before Natalie, Charlie was the only one I would be willing to die for. Now the tables had turned, and I had to push down the small feeling in the back of my mind telling me this was wrong.

'Killian, this is ridiculous! This is not what I wanted! I was going to punish her, not kill her!' Natalie yelled at me through the pack link, and I glanced over at her adorable face, red with anger. 'What the hell is wrong with you two today?'

I don't know, but I can't stop. 2

Her body was littered with small silver lines of fur from her scars and battle wounds she had earned

pranced around the world without a fucking care in the world, going on all these adventures just to come home and shit on everything I had done for our people. Then she had the nerve to attack

flooded me, hitting me more deeply than before and fueling me on. It was so strong that my stomach rolled, and

lunged, her anger driving her forward as she growled

dodged her attack, my muzzle tearing into the flesh on her side. The taste of her blood made

at bay as they watched their king and princess fighting to the death. I snarled as Natalie pushed herself into the circle, standing too close to Charlie for my

snapped jumping between Charlie and Natalie as I

ripped into each other’s flesh,

I locked my jaw around the back of her

Natalie's voice cried out over the crowd. "You're both acting

mouth as Charlie ripped herself free again

both acting crazy!” Natalie's whisper was faint, but it didn't matter

the crowd's edge. My people moved back, eager to escape me as I fought

I fought harder to get free, so I could slice her throat and be done with it. Her blood was calling to me, and

moving to stand between us, looking furious. I scanned her over appreciatively. She was

body relaxed before I heard Charlie let out a growl that brought my attention back to her like a magnet, my need for her to

and dripping onto the Earth. She thrashed against Natalie's hold, and I made a feral sound as she moved an inch toward

had always loved a good fight. She moved to stand beside Natalie with her back to Charlie and her palms up,

I fought for freedom. The challenge had been accepted, and my only option was

Charlie's heart to my mate as

with her back to me. I snorted mockingly as Charlie fell flat on her stomach, and she glared at me with her lip pulled back. My hackles rose with unease as my beast gave in as well and immediately sat

of ice water being thrown on me, I felt all the energy and anger drain from my body. Natalie was right. I knew these feelings were crazy and abnormal, almost as if they weren't my own. But

hours, I had felt every emotion possible. I loved Natalie, despised her,