Ivrea looked at him, unconvinced by his words. She knew he was only saying those words to fool her into believing he was not a monster. But he was.
"How could you even say that the werewolves were not innocent? What had they even done to you?" She questioned him, pointing her fingers in his face.
"You slaughtered them like animals, only to what, instill fear to those who would try to oppose you." She had never felt this kind of rage before.
Usually, she was afraid of confrontations, but this man had found a way to infuriate her, probably blowing up a fuse in her brain, making her lose her control.
He managed to unleash her hatred for those who like to abuse those weak and unable to defend themselves, remembering when she was once a victim of constant bullying.
If not for Avana and Elisia, she would still be too scared to stand for herself and probably continue to hide in the shadows, afraid to gain any attention.
