Valentina POV
“Isn’t it ironic, that you got raped by your own mate?” he barks out laughing, and I am just staring at him dumbfounded. Is he hallucinating and about to die too? A girl could only hope so.
My hallucinations continue, and black fur with a red glow around it starts to coat my arms. “And isn’t it even more beautiful, how your own mate murdered your father? And how I am going to destroy your wolf by rejecting her, right when you finally got her?!” he continues to laugh maniacally. A vicious growl leaves my chest, and I am once again sadly reminded of what I could have had, but never got. I love this hallucination though, I never want it to end. A smile covers my lips at the thought of it, which seems to antagonize the piece of sh*t in front of me, which is a plus.
The veins
