Jane

“Let go of me!” I screamed, my wolf clawing to get out. “I’ll handle this myself, Amber.” I shoved her away and pushed the king as hard as I could.

He fell backward onto the floor, and everything happened in a blur. I saw a small fruit knife on his desk next to the bed.

Without thinking, I grabbed it and slashed it across his throat. Blood poured out everywhere.

“You...” he tried to say, pointing a shaking finger at me before his body went still. Good. Rot in hell, you ...