nna

en-year-old brother Ashton was curled into a tight ba

ight red blood from over a dozen crisscrossing welts on hi

twisted with spite, beside Bianca, whose left cheek was w

harp iron thorns in her hands, swinging it dow

o death! I will beat you to death, you little bastard!" Bianca shrieked

ying on her painted lips. "Hit him harder, Bianca. As long as you leave him with half a brea

arms folded across their chests, watching my brother g

Ashton bit down hard on his lower lip, refusing to be

raising the thorny club high above her head with both ha

landed on his head, Asht

, wiping out every thought in

plating could burn a wolf, but it did not burn my wolfless fingers. Pouring every ounce

t through Bianca's raised right wrist, pinning her f

hh

ing scream as the thorny cl

, I raised my boot and kicked a guard who tried to block my path

g, blood-soaked body into my arms. My hands shook violent

throat burned as if I had swallowed hot coals,

my face, he pulled his bloody lips into a weak smile. "

head rolled against my che

ry part of the stones, pulled off my outer vest

armella and Bianca, the blood in m

gaze, her hand flying to her chest b

sister inside the manor! Guards, grab her and break her leg

ng that I was just one woman, they pulled the short iron

usely as the silver plating burned her flesh, screaming hyste

d pulled out the dagger still stained with the d

out on these stones today," I said in a low voic

t in my eyes, the three guards froze in their tracks, non

n fury, snatched a leather whip from the hands of he

uable treasures from my bedroom, so I have every right as the la