Don't Dirty Your Hand With Her Blood

••• Arabella’s POV ••• Could it really be? Could Abigail have really killed Aurora? When I thought of this, I felt the blood in my body boiled. My anger almost consumed me, and not because of external factors like inhaling the scent of that magical, poisonous liquid. This was the rage from my own self and Iris - the killer instinct of a werewolf when facing someone who had killed their beloved family member. “Bitch!” Iris roared in my mind, her anger combined with mine, making my body shake, and a snarl escaped my lips. Iris had also loved Aurora. She had watched her growing up from a baby till fifteen years old before Aurora fell into her demise. It would be more than expected for her to want to take revenge against Abigail, too. I rushed over to Abigail and grabbed her by her neck, ignoring all the people present in her trial, ignoring the fact that I shouldn't attack someone in the open like this. “Did you design the death of my sister that year?” I growled. Abigail tried to pry my