Chapter 218

That you, the person they’ve stabbed in the back and kicked to the curb, wanted to ki ll, going so far as to send you off to your demise whilst letting others suffer with you, are the one to give them the taste of h ell you and so many innocent others went through?

It was the warm gush of blood and the piercing of flesh that ripped me back into reality. The heavy weight of his severed arm dangling from my mou th that gave me back my senses. Realization dawning on me even in my wolf form that ah, I just ripped his arm off.

That the thought of oh, I’m mauling this man with wild abandon had sunken in.

Would it have been so wrong to say I was thoroughly enjoying the adrenaline rushing through my veins? Would I be sadistic in admitting my joy? Would I be a sociopath for my lack of empathy?

That feeling his blood dripping from my teeth and running down my fur brought me such deep-rooted satisfaction and pride to see that the man I once thought was untouchable could be reduced to nothing more than a small, powerless, blubbering greedy monster on the verge of death.

Nothing.

He is nothing.

My paws dug deep into the ground, claws extending in focus, with one swipe on my mind. One swipe of my claws would be all it took. Take his head. Pierce his heart. Let him bleed to death. No matter what the choice, it would all end in the same fashion.

Death.

into the ground at the loss of his limb. His back quivering into spasms as he struggled to get up. I could feel his anger, the

shouts and chaos among us nothing more than an annoying

We wanted blood.

My wolf and I.

were going to get

us. Rolling and skidding across the ground, it landed in front of dear mother and Hestia. Sophie froze as she stared at her mate’s arm. The torn flesh oozing with fresh blood and the stench of it, numbing her motionless. She was in shock. Startled blue eyes slid up to look at me. Hestia shuddered, shuffling back behind

She sought after protection.

sought after a wall

did either. She was always so good

at playing the innocent, kind-hearted

destroyed a while ago and she let her real emotions slip. She let her

Though she was shaking with fear and madness she still managed to give me the nastiest scowl

Chapter 218

in sheep’s

my gaze away from her, I returned my focus on the beta. My tongue slid over my teeth, wiping clean any traces of blood still dripping from the fangs. A low growl calling him up in a taunt. Mocking

Beta and for

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