Chapter13

#Chapter13

Death Wish

/"You what?!/" I whisper-hissed at Deimos, my canines showing. My wolf, regardless if we're looking at our friend, is so pissed she could kill him right then and there. So what if my wolf is of a lower rank? That doesn't mean she can't kill.

I'm not a fucking weakling when it comes to killing. Killing others would be as normal for me as breathing.

In the middle of the forest, halfway from our house to the eastern pack border, I pushed Deimos against a nearby birch tree. I'm already pissed as it is with the southern pack with everything that concerns Eris. Now, I had to hear this?

/"You didn't want her,/" Deimos expertly swatted my hand away from him as if it didn't bother him one bit. It felt strong that my hand literally flew away from him. Damn these higher ranked wolves with stronger forces, /"So we gave it to those who wanted her./"