Caspian Storm

The rogues never got to scream.

I gave them a chance, one heartbeat’s worth, to regret what they did. One look into my eyes was all they got before I tore them apart.

The first one died quickly. My claws sank into his chest and ripped through bone like it was paper. I could’ve dragged it out. I wanted to. But I had no time for games.

The second ran. I let him. For a few paces.

Then I was on him, teeth bared, fury burning hotter than any ...