~ CAIN ~

At noticing my change, West stops sneering and tries to back away—but he isn’t fast enough. My fist connects with his nose, the bones beneath my knuckles cracking with a sharp, satisfying crunch. His pitiful cry is muffled by the hand he slaps over his injury, blood trickling through his fingers.

“You’re right. We’re an obstacle your master doesn’t need. But don’t threaten me or my pack. You might get what you want, but you won’t leave ...