SASHA
“What’s that scent? The smell of cider and lavender mixed with… MATE.”
The word echoed in my ears, and I growled in anger, “I don’t need any mate to hinder my plans to exact our vengeance. I don’t need a mate to tame me; I’m better off as a free and lone wolf.” That was my constant reminder as I ran away from the smell, that was my stark reminder.
Then it dawned on me that I was the strongest wolf ever at the moment, so why was I running away? I paused. I was going to kill them all, mate or otherwise. I came to a halt and turned around to face them, waiting for them to approach.
I could feel my eyes burning up.
‘I’m going to kill every single one of them, starting with the one the moon goddess gave me as my mate. His death will be the beginning of my freedom, voice, or no voice.
