Her eyes turned gold, burning with fury. A low growl rumbled in her throat as her claws twitched by her side. Her expression contorted with more rage, and I knew what was coming before she even moved.
'Why is she coming for me? Isn't she supposed to kill her mates like intended to? Why drag me into this?'
She spun around fully, her gaze locked on me like I was the root of her pain. I stepped back on instinct, my heart hammering in my chest, I turned to run back to Damon.
"Hold her!" she screamed like a mad woman at the servants nearby.
Two werewolves grabbed my arms before I could react, their grips were rough and tight, making me wince in pain.
"Let go of me!" I struggled, trying to pull away, but their claws pressed against my skin. I twisted my wrists, kicking, biting, but they held on. For a second I thought their hands were stronger than metal.
