Noctisardor Bypass Life, Death, Religion, Survival

Druid’s lips skinned back from her teeth at his patronizing words, though there was something satisfying about the dumbfounded expression on his face. Whatever grim satisfaction she derived quickly fled her when the brute moved toward her. She crouched, ears disappearing against her skull, though she stood her ground.

And who’s responsible for that, hm? she seethed, injecting venom into the word as she answered her own question with, You. Her mismatched eyes flashed, every blade of fur on her body bristling. And now you’re destroying everybody else too. Well, it stops now! I want you out! Get out!

Was Witch still beside her? Druid didn’t dare glance away from Glaukos. Trusting that her sister was still there, she lunged at the man. She wasn’t bluffing. With so little regard for her own life, she leaped directly for the underside of his throat.

“Does he hit you?” Anselm asked in her memories and Druid could only think, We’re about to find out.