Bramblepoint Burn the Fleet [m]

Kiwi did not manage to wriggle her way out, but she did manage to catch a glimpse of her attacker.  It was the blonde one.... she didn't recall her name.  But she remembered on some level training with her, and that she'd been the mate to the one she killed... the one who had murdered her mother.

Kiwi snarled and, as Niamh's jaws met their mark on her hind leg, lunged for her face.  Even as the bone cracked she didn't hesitate.  Whether she drew blood or not didn't matter; Niamh was here for only one outcome and so now was she.  This woman would die so that she could live and avenge her mother.

Kiwi's lips peeled back over glaring fangs and her eyes burned iridescent green.  She shouldered Niamh's bid for her throat, for now, and made her own for the woman's hocks.  Hamstring her, then finish it quickly, just as she'd done to that alpha before coming here.  

Finish her as she'd finished to her mate, years ago.  This woman had no magic to her, nothing to overcome with.  And Kiwi was unmatched; she knew this.