What the hell did he mean?
I’ll rip his throat out! my wolf snarled in my mind.
My canines shot down, and hair erupted along my arms. I gasped as my
shoulders started to stretch, but I shoved my wolf back and stopped the
transformation.
“Wrestling with your better nature?” Kahanov laughed. “It’s such a tragic
thing.”
I circled him cautiously, and he shifted, keeping himself out of reach. “I
hate to see you burdened by your wolf, Savannah.”
“You did this to me! You turned me into a fucking monster!” I snarled as
bitterness flashed under my skin.
His lips pulled into a deranged smile. “Me? Not at all. You’ll have to
blame someone else for that. But I can help you get rid of your little wolf
problem, if that’s what you’re aiming for.”
My skin crawled under his gaze. “Fuck you. Stay the hell away from me.”
He parted his hands, though the flames persisted. “Steady on. We can put
our differences aside and help each other. You have something that you don’t
want—a wolf—which just so happens to be what I need. Give me the Soul
Knife, and I can free you from your beastly burden, once and for all.
Everything will go back to the way it was.”
The way it was. What a foreign thought. I wanted that so desperately—to
not be ruled by another spirit, to not have to worry about hiding the monster
that I'd become. She wasn't supposed to be inside me. We were complete
opposites, and she fought me at every turn. I was broken, and maybe this was
a chance to fix that.
Don't you dare, my wolf growled.
But I couldn’t, could I? She wasn’t a part of me—yet she was part of me,
bonded in some twisted way.
Doubts whirled through my mind, and I desperately needed to keep
Kahanov talking until I could figure out a way out of this mess. “Why my