A closer look at the dagger in her hand, and you'd realize it was the same one Dark Snow had thrown at them days ago… The same one that withered a tree away.
And Markkus saw it.
His eyes bulged with terror as jumped down from his horse, but halted before he could take a step forward.
Reana was beyond mad. And that vengeful, icy look on her face was what stole Markkus's confidence in a flash.
Meanwhile, Reana didn't care who these people were. She didn't give a fuck that they were Ryder's people.
Touching her pack was the one line no one crossed. No one.
Not even Ryder, the man she loved and could die for.
Her father and brothers died protecting this pack. And she would kill anyone who threatened the sacrifices her family made.
And now?
Now, Reana was ready to make an example of the brute still trying to drag himself to his feet.
The blow from the horse almost paralyzed him. Reana could see that he was destabilized. And it'd be easy to teach him a butter lesson.
