Chapter 83

Draven Fox

A very loud rumble emanated from the deepest part of my chest, nails extending to claws as my three two powerful sides set sight on Gwen and her male warlock. Whimpers of the rogues as they stirred from the impact of their fall filled my ears, but I brushed them off as I turned my eyes towards my mate, then at my mother. My body shook, my blood boiling hot under my veins, while my finger tips tingled.

"You did not only threaten to hurt my own mother, but my mate also." I couldn't even recognize the authority in my voice, so much so that everyone including my own father knelt before me, necks bared to me. The smell of fear assaulted my senses, making me lick my lips especially when Gwen's own feeling of fear stood out.

"Soffocamento" I said, rubbing my hands together as the warlock began to choke on his own saliva. I had no idea I could do that until I thought of it and I enjoyed seeing him gagging, flailing his arms in the air, trying to free the hold my magic had around hi