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She had one moment to recall what had happened. Yet, as she searched her memory, she found nothing other than the clueless blackness as she gazed up at her attacker.
A shocking pain sliced her heart as she recognized Grendel. She'd always secretly loved him, adored his strength and cunningness - and now, here she was, pinned down by the powerful dark male.
What had happened? She wanted to ask, but before she could, Grendel started to speak, and she dared to talk over him.
"You deserve to die." He growled, running one claw along her throat, a thin trail of blood following it. "But I think I'll let you live... Perhaps, if you do a favor for me."
What? Deserve to die, favors, perhaps a chance of life?
Did that make sense? She wasn't sure why he was threating her, but he was the only wolf she couldn't fight without feeling terrible about it.
Kiara blinked blankly and then opened her maw to speak, but his harsh snarl cut her off.
"Kill them all." Grendel said, his tone smooth. "I can't do it, as it'll ruin my reputation... But you, Kiara, can. You've murdered before - these mutts are no different."
His voice was so tempting... deep. His scent so masculine, it made her shiver... She had to obey.
The next thing she knew, there was blood. A lot of it, too - countless bodies laying still across the once-peaceful clearing of home.
She had done it, and she hadn't found Grendel after that. He'd left her, for no reason at all - just plain abandoned her in the night's silence, where she could gaze around at the ruin and crimson. The strong pack that had now fallen.
And this... This slaughtering of wolves... It was all her fault.
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