Her face went blank with shock before twisting with humiliation, rage and disbelief.
I stared at my own hand, breath ragged, that furious strength wasn’t me.
For the first time in my life, I felt it.
My wolf.
A slow presence simmering in my heart.
Not roaring, not awakened completely but still there breathing inside me.
"Lianna, you lowly whore, how dare you hit me?! "
"The whore was never me. "
I leaned closer, fury settling into my bones like winter frost.
"And If what you said is true then get ready to be replaced by another woman. …younger and more beautiful because men never keep mistresses forever. It's like a matching shoe, once old and used…it will be discarded for another. "
The last thread of sanity snapped inside her eyes and she stared at me like she wanted to rip my soul out of my chest.
"Fine" she whispered" Then tonight…you will see who is the real wife! "
Before I could move, her nails dug into my skin as she dragged both of us into the freezing river with a violent splash.
My scream drowned inside my throat as my hands frantically slaped the water to stay afloat.