Katarine
I can't believe this. For a moment, I actually felt excited.
That bitch was finally gone—traded off like a worthless trinket to Alpha Arcanis. But now, he's dead, and that whore has been taken by the Lycan King's loyal servant.
What a fucking joke.
Still, I suppose there's a silver lining. The very thought of that word—silver—makes me wince. Goddess, how I've hated her all these years. And now, at last, she's gone.
I don't care anymore. I don't care that she wasn't slaughtered like I had planned. I don't care that Alpha Ragnar of the Blood Moon Pack took her in for whatever twisted reason. I don't care. As long as she never sets foot in my pack house again, she can rot in a ditch or become the next queen for all I care.
As long as no one traces the rogue attack back to me…
Dion, however, is affected by her absence, and watching him suffer? That—that is something I fucking enjoy.
