~Third Person~
Wanda's hands balled into fists against the sheets, her voice rising as her anger poured out.
"I will take back what's mine, either by hook or by crook! I underestimated that nobody, Levi. I thought her curse and her lack of a wolf made her nothing. I should have finished her long ago. I should have used others to do it, plotted it properly, but I was blind. And now she stands where I should be—beside him!"
Her chest heaved, her eyes burning with fury as she continued, "Draven belongs to me, not to that wolfless disgrace that would never amount to anything good."
Levi dropped the bloodstained cloth into the basin with a quiet splash. His voice came calm, but edged with steel.
"Enough, Wanda. You forget yourself. Draven is not your private property. He is the future King of our race."
"I don't care!" Wanda snapped, her voice cracking. "King or not, he should have been mine!"
