It wasn't true. Or at least, that was what I tried to convince myself.
Yet, I knew it was a stretch. They only wanted me alive to punish me. They didn't want me to die early just because, in their eyes, it was an easy way out. But of course, if I did somehow die due to other reasons, they would only resent the fact that they hadn't done it themselves.
They wouldn't care that I—their fated mate—was dead.
Maybe they would even be thankful. After all, once I was gone, the Moon Goddess could possibly grant them a second-chance mate. It may even be Violet, and everything would fit in like the final piece of a puzzle.
Just one look and I knew that Violet wanted nothing more than to finish the job. Before she could stand again, a snarl caught our attention. We were given just half a second's warning before a claw came striking down right in between us, forcing both of us to dodge back or risk getting split right open by those claws.
