#Chapter 240: Taste of Blood

Ella POV “Do you think this changes anything?” Diana asked as she moved towards me, forcing me to back towards Alexander. My fists were clenched so tightly that my nails cut into my palms. The heat of anger coursed through me as my wolf began to surface, barely restrained. "You're so weak, Ella," Diana sneered, her voice dripping with hate as she circled me. "You act like you understand anything. You’re nothing but a child playing at being a queen." I gritted my teeth, resisting the urge to lash out. She wanted me to lose control, to stop thinking logically. I couldn’t afford to do that with Ironfang here. I wasn’t experienced enough with my wolf. If I acted on pure instinct, he would put me down like an animal. "You’re not even worth my time," I said, trying to sound confident, though the tremble in my voice betrayed her. Diana’s laughter echoed around us, a shrill, mocking sound that made my blood boil. "You think you can stand there, prete