Eleanor's POV
The voice was suddenly right beside my ear, smooth and intrusive. "You're still resisting. I can feel it."
I hadn't noticed him move. I didn't care. My focus was on the wolf choking in my dark energy, and the two still forms on the ground.
"That hesitation shouldn't be there," Nomad continued. "Not if you truly embraced your nature. Finish it. Kill them."
My gaze flickered to Mira and Roxy. Unconscious. Bleeding. The cold fury in my heart warred with a desperate, clinging thread of... something else. The thread that still saw them as my pack.
"Unless," Nomad mused, "you'd prefer I remove the distraction for you?"
That thread snapped.
I turned my head toward him, the movement slow. The black energy coiled around the wolf lashed out like a viper at him. It wrapped around his torso and throat in a vicious, crushing grip.
His eyes, the only part of his face I could see, widened in genuine surprise. He hadn't expected me to turn on him.
