Rainy’s POV
Power and rage surge through my veins as I ready myself to tear Veronica’s flesh to bloody bits. I am like a hungry wild dog with a cat in my paws.
I remember how I felt so jealous of her only a short while ago. How I felt so weak and insecure in comparison to her.
Hilarious.
The keys around my neck jingle and glow red with extreme molecular heat as I suddenly recall one of the locks they are meant for. The secrets they are meant to lock away for good, or at least until the illusions that we like to call The Spell have been broken.
I am the ancient huntress, the goddess Diana, and the mother and queen of all wolves, dogs, and creatures in between. I am a healer of human men, capable of bringing even the strongest warrior to his knees with just a glance and a wave of the fingers.