Jane always liked a challenge, and Leah, it would seem, was proving to be just that. At least she didn’t just collapse and take it so pathetically as most did; begging her to spare them.
That was so boring.
She arches a thinly curved brow at the woman, unfazed and gaze still locked on her.
“I wouldn’t test me, if I were you. I’ve driven even the strongest of vampires to the brink of insanity. What makes you think you can withstand it?”
In just mere moments of being inflicted with pain, the she wolf busted out of her clothes and lunged forward.
What made her able to withstand it, was her inner self. The wolf that was practically itching to get out and chew off the head of the blonde bloodsucker before her. Paws clamped down on the shoulders of Jane, her teeth; bared and dripping with drool, released a ghastly growl right in the face of her victim.
Or, soon-to-bevictim.
In respect for her own sanity, the she wolf chose to do away with this bloodsucker once and for all. She was tired of seeing her sickly pale face. And the more the pack spares her, the more she’ll end up coming back. Like ants, that desperately needed to be squashed.
