Eva's lips curved into a cold, calculating smirk, her tear-streaked face now glimmering with an unsettling calm.
She looked directly at Vatu, her voice venomous yet disturbingly composed.
"I won't take your life, Vatu. I'm not as merciless as you were back then," Eva said, tilting her head slightly. Her voice dropped into a sharper tone. "But I will take your eyes. After all, you pretended not to see the evil done to me and my sister. Clearly, you no longer need them."
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. The air grew heavy with tension, and even the bravest among them felt a shiver run down their spines.
Werewolves were capable of healing, on the condition that they took sustenance from one of their pack members, but even that blood bond could not heal the eyes.
If Vatu allowed this she would be blind forever.
They were those, loyal to Vatu that thought of interrupting, but there was too much honor and pride at stake.
