Chapter 121

Lusia Half a second passed as I readied myself to retaliate for the action of Kiara. Kiara shot her entire hand and caught me by my neck in a vice-like grip. The moment she applied pressure, all air was gone from my lungs and trapped in my chest; those sharp nails were digging in. I fought against her wrist. I could feel my scratched and daubed nails helplessly sliding over her flesh. But she seemed adamant against my protests. There was a fire in her eyes, fueled by an abyss of hatred and rage: deep within, something like an aerial jet flash of madness flickered among all that hatred. With my lungs shrieking, I fought for air. “How dare you,” her voice growled a guttural hiss that penetrated straight to my spine. “Talking to me, a Lycan, like that? Are you degrading me? A common werewolf, a filthy little mutt like you?” Her grip tightened, darkness blotting my vision, and my head felt as if it was splitting open. The world was spinning, and I held on for dear life. “That’s all you are