Chapter 75 

~Valeria ~ “Has this woman gone mad?” one of the Alpha councilmen says. “Oh, you have not seen mad yet,” I say to him. Those who have witnessed my rage before say nothing. Even the King doesn’t dare taunt me, and Raphael watches me not with fear but with concern. But Godfrey—he must believe he is invincible. “Someone put a fucking muzzle on her,” he mutters. “You know what? I have had enough of you and your fucking mouth!” I squeeze my fist as hard as I can, ignoring the pain and the blood that comes from my nails digging into my skin. I swing my hand toward Godfrey, letting droplets of my blood touch his skin—necessary for the hex I am performing. I chant under my breath, my eyes locked on him. The man suddenly starts coughing. The sound is harsh, echoing in the room, eyes watering. Between gasps, his body bends forward, desperate for relief, and as he opens his mouth, something black begins to emerge. A beak first, black jet eyes next, and feathers follow, his mouth opening even wide