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Rhys’ fist connected with Magnus’ jaw with a sickening crack, the force of the blow sending the werewolf stumbling backward. Magnus wiped the blood from his mouth, a feral growl rumbling in his chest.
“You’ll regret that,” he hissed, his eyes blazing with rage as he lunged at Rhys, his claws extended.
“You miss” Rhys winked at him as Magnus stumbled.
“You’re a werewolf who will never stand a chance against me. A vampire” Rhys said meaningfully as he suddenly wrapped his hand around Magnus’ neck.
“I’ll give you a slow and painful death” Rhys lips curled up Magnus gasped for breath. Naya just stood in shock watching them.
“You think you’re so powerful?” Magnus choked out, his hands clawing at Rhys’ vice-like grip.
“You’re nothing but a parasite, feeding off the weak. You can’t kill me, not without starting a war with the werewolves.”
Rhys’ grin widened, his fangs gleaming in the dim light of the room. “I don’t need to kill you, Magnus. I can make you suffer for the rest of your miserable existence.”
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“But I think I’ll have to kill you. You’re an enemy to the werewolf. A terror. They won’t even try to find your body” Rhys said meaningfully.
“And what would your precious Naya say about that?” Magnus gasped, his eyes bulging with fear and rage.
“Naya Is here with me safe. She wants you dead!” Rhys scoffed as his hand around Magnus’s neck tightened.
Magnus’ face contorted in pain and rage, his eyes wild and desperate as Rhys’ grip tightened.
“Naya! Naya, please, you have to stop him!” he screamed, his voice hoarse and ragged.
Naya stood frozen, her heart pounding as she watched the scene unfold before her. She knew she should intervene, to stop Rhys before he went too far, but a dark part of her craved vengeance.
Rhys turned to her, his eyes burning with an unholy light. “Will you watch me kill your enemy, Naya?
She found herself nodding slowly. She wanted Magnus gone.
Naya’s nod was a silent consent, a green light for Rhys to finish what he started. Her eyes never left Magnus, watching as the life slowly drained from his face.
Magnus’ eyes widened in horror as he realized he was staring into the abyss of his mortality. He struggled, his body convulsing as Rhys choked the life from him.
Rhys’ face was cold and emotionless, a sharp contrast to Magnus’ frantic movements.
“This is for Naya,” he whispered, his voice a low, deadly hiss. “This is for your crimes against her people.”
Naya stood watching as Rhys ripped out Magnus’s heart.
In one swift, violent motion, Rhys tore through Magnus’ chest, ripping out his still-beating heart and holding it aloft.
The organ pulsed in his hand, blood dripping from his fingers and staining the floor.
Magnus’ body went limp, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling as the light slowly faded from them. His death was slow and agonizing, and Naya didn’t feel an ounce of pity.
Rhys turned to her, his face smeared with Magnus’ blood, his eyes glinting with satisfaction.
“Such a mess” Rhys hissed as he rolled his eyes. Then his eyes landed on Naya and he smiled at her.
“Happy?”
Rhys’ lips twisted into a savage smile, the grin of a predator who had just cornered his prey. “Happy?” he repeated
“He was your enemy, after all. Aren’t you glad to see him dead?”
Naya’s heart raced her mind a flurry of conflicting emotions. She couldn’t deny that she felt a sense of satisfaction, a thrill at the sight of Magnus’ lifeless body.
But she also felt a twinge of guilt, a nagging voice in the back of her mind questioning her humanity.
“Yes,” she mouthed.
“Good, get a maid and guard to clean this mess ” he instructed and he made his way out.
“Yes, Rhys,” Naya whispered, her voice trembling as she watched him leave. She was still reeling from the shock of what she had just witnessed, the bloodlust and the thrill of revenge still coursing through her veins.
He was dead. Magnus was dead! For good.
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Naya was seated in her sister’s room waiting for her. It was already evening, but Zara was not yet back from her little adventure with Vlad.
“Naya!!” Zara squealed happily as she suddenly ran into the house.
“You wouldn’t believe what happened!!” Her face was beaming with smiles as Naya stood up slowly from the bed.
Naya’s face tensed, her eyes narrowing as Zara’s enthusiastic squeals echoed through the house.
Zara’s happiness was a stark contrast to the blood-soaked events of earlier that day, and it grated on Naya’s nerves.
“What’s got you so excited?” Naya asked, her voice cold and distant.
Zara didn’t seem to notice the tension in the air. “I did it, Naya!” she exclaimed, her voice bouncing off the walls like a child who had just discovered a new toy. “I did it.
“Did what?”
“I confessed to Vlad and you look like you want to tell me something..” Zara said meaningfully.
“I… I don’t know what to say, Zara,” she stammered, running a hand through her hair as she tried to gather her thoughts.
“I hope he took it well. And, uh, I guess I do have something to tell you”
“What’s that?” Zara grilled.
“Magnus came and got dead. Rhys killed him I told him everything ” Naya disclosed as Zara’s face broke into a wide smile.
Zara’s smile was blinding, her eyes shining like stars as she let out a whoop of victory.
“Yes! That’s what I’m talking about!” she exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air. “Justice served, baby! He got what he deserved.”
But then her smile faltered, her face softening as she realized the seriousness of Naya’s confession. “Wait, you told Rhys? About everything?”
Naya nodded, her face sobering as the weight of her decision settled on her shoulders.
“He forced it out of me, Zara, so I told him we are werewolves” Naya informed.
“And what did he say?” Zara raised a brow at her.
“Nothing” Naya shrugged her shoulders.
“Wow. I think that’s good for us then we’re free” Zara smiled as she hugged her sister tight.