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

my attention back to her as I growled lowly. Her body was littered with small silver lines of fur from

come home

It was so strong that my stomach rolled, and my

her anger driving her forward as

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

keep the audience at bay as they watched their king and princess fighting

between Charlie and Natalie as I tackled my

of snapping jaws and razor-sharp claws as we bit and ripped into each other’s flesh, desperate to be

jaw

it!" Natalie's voice cried out over the crowd.

chunk of fur hit the ground, falling from my mouth as Charlie ripped herself free again

whisper was faint, but it didn't matter how quietly she spoke. I would always hear

dug into the dirt, ripping up the perfectly manicured lawn as my body was forcefully pulled back to the crowd's edge. My people moved back, eager to escape me as I fought against the

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

widened, and my beast calmed at seeing my mate moving to stand between us,

that brought my attention back to her like a magnet, my need for her

down Charlie's side and dripping onto the Earth. She thrashed against Natalie's hold, and I made a feral sound as she

always loved a good fight. She moved to stand beside Natalie with

for freedom. The challenge had been accepted,

heart to my mate as a trophy, an offering

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 like a pet waiting for

thrown on me, I felt all the energy and anger drain from my body. Natalie was

I loved Natalie, despised her, hated