#Chapter 12 The Boss

Grace Ronald stammered. He stumbled back a few steps as I glared at him. I could feel the anger boiling inside me as I confronted him. Ronald was one of my father's oldest friend, a man I once trusted and respected. But now, looking at him, I didn’t know what to think other than the fact that he was nothing but a traitor, to me and my father. I felt my power surging in a way that I hadn’t felt since before Cecil was born. It was burning through me. The lust for blood was rising. The room seemed to close in around me. I saw red. I could almost taste his blood in the air. I could feel my claws sinking into his flesh and ripping him apart. “Now, Grace—“ I snarled. “Ronald Sauer… explain yourself!” “It’s just a misunderstanding—“ Without thinking, I snapped, grabbing him by the throat, my grip tightening as I demanded answers. "Tell me the truth, you son of a bitch!” “Alpha Wolfe—“ “I will murder you first. You blood is going to paint the walls and your cronies are next if I don’t