Kaelen's POV.
I got to the cave and saw a figure standing inside.
That venomous, rotting bitch stood in the middle of the damp ravine cave.
My hands shook. Not from fear. From pure, blinding hatred. I wanted to rip her apart with my bare hands. I wanted to feel her bones crack under my grip. I wanted to watch the smug light fade from her eyes while she begged the way so many others had begged me in my first life. I felt my teeth aching to lengthen, my claws pushing against my fingertips, but I held it back. I needed reason first.
