ZORA

I don't know how long I sat there waiting, but I didn't move, didn't so much as twitch.

The anger and fury I felt pumped through my veins, as imagined every possible scenario with him ending up dead at my feet.

At some point, I could have sworn I heard a cat cry but it could also be my ears playing tricks on me because no one in their right senses would actually keep a cat as pet, especially a wolf.

My knuckles were already turning white at the intensity at which I gripped the knife. ...