Chapter 39

Soon all that's left is a moaning pile of a bloodied face. I lean down to his ear, whispering a deadly threat, an example for all those seeking my mate. "She's mine Astor, blood or not, I don't share." I wrap my bloodied fingers around his head. Astor moans softly in protest, but he knows he's already dead. Twisting his neck painfully to the side, I relish in the satisfying sound of it snapping. Rotating it further to the side, I pull his head towards me, a squelching sound echoing his screams as he is decapitated. I raise the head and look into the eyes of a bastard child raised to fail. I feel no pity, no regret for killing him. I feel nothing. I let the head fall to a snowy ground painted in blood. I turn to see Carina still on the wet ground, I kneel beside her, picking her up into my sturdy arms, I nuzzle my face into her cool neck. "I'm so sorry Carina." I pull away to look at her closed eyes. She's so beautiful. "Please forgive