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,
