Victoria's POV
I wanted to scream as I ran faster, and I could feel my tears flying in various directions as I mourned the death of a person who was so dear to me. I love Trixie for what and who she was.
I loved her energy, and she was so full of life, and I hated my enemy for taking her away from Zand and from all of us.
She was very kind to me, and I couldn't forget how she welcomed me into their pack as Oliver's mate. She was excited and happy for us, and we promised to spend more time together after my wedding day.
"I will make you pay, Caligo. I will hunt you down and kill you with my own hands!" I cried out, and my voice echoed in the forest.
I kept running until I reached the edge of the cliff and halted. I got tired, maybe because I felt sad about Trixie's demise. Werewolves don't get exhausted quickly since being strong is in our nature.
