SAVIANA'S POV
A life of seclusion wasn't as bad as they made it out to be.
Nobody disturbed her morning herbal tea session amongst her lilies and rose bushes, unwanted guests never turned up during her nature entrancement sleep, and strangers didn't even dare approach her cottage thanks to Phoenix Flytraps planted along the perimeter of her farm.
Well, nowadays, over the past few days to be exact, arrogant wolves trundled in and out of her home like the pigs they were at heart. No warning, no invitations whatsoever. They just turned up expecting her to fall to the ground in absolute submission….
Your wish is my command, bitch! I deserve to die for being Hollowborn, dummy! Take me however you desire, badass wolf!
Oh how many times had she imagined driving a metal stake through Kiera's pouting lips, shoving it in until the back of her skull exploded.
