Page 119 of Vengeance Becomes Her

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You can’t do this alone.”

“I can and I will.” Rhiannon summoned the power that now resided within her. “You have five seconds to go back to them before I’m forced to unleash my power on you.”

“You wouldn’t,” Kyra gritted out ferociously, but there was no mistaking the hurt and betrayal in her eyes.

Rhiannon’s heart throbbed but she knew this was the only way. “You don’t know me anymore.” Her wolf growled and snapped at Kyra in warning. Red clouds of bloody mist gathered around her as her frustration heightened. If she had to scare them away, so be it. She would protect her friends. “Don’t make me do this.” She fought to keep the pleading desperation out of her voice.

Kyra stepped forward, but Samara launched herself between them. “Don’t. She’s not worth it. If she wants to push us away, then so be it. It’s what she deserves.”

The words struck Rhiannon like carefully aimed arrows. One after the other they threatened to shatter her resolve. She knew Samara was only channeling her hurt into anger, but it made her heart bleed all the same.

She used her mist to force them unconscious as she had Tristain and then her wolf dragged them one after the other to the edge of the woods. She used the remainder of her strength to blanket the woods in a formidable wall of blood mist that anyone who entered would surely get lost in. Specifically, anyone who came looking for her. She would face this alone.

And if she couldn’t stop herself from harming anyone, then she would remain here. In solitude with only her grief to contend with, as she’d always feared.

She got her revenge. Silas was dead. The Volskruga was unable to hurt anyone else—for now. But in the end, she’d still lost herselfin the process.

Her vengeancehad become her.

To Be Continued...

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