One year ago
Brandon
"I am not fighting, I will not kill him," I announce deadpan.
Milo might have brought me here with the intention to kill me but I will not do the same.
I am not here to hurt anyone and I will not become that person.
"It's cute that you think you have a choice in this."
I feel a surge of anger and nausea at the thought of being pitted against Milo in a fight to the death. It's beyond sick, and I can't believe anyone would take pleasure in such a twisted game.
"You're sick," I spit out, my voice full of contempt. "You and your coven. You have no right to use us for your amusement."
The stranger's expression hardens, his eyes narrowing. "You don't understand the power dynamics here, wolf," he says, his voice low and dangerous. "You are at our mercy. You have no choice but to play the game."
