Chapter 97. Command It

“Shut your mouth!” She gritted her teeth, her knuckles so tight that her claws dug deeply into her palms, forming crescent-shaped wounds, “You will keep your mouth shut. You won’t tell him anything,”

“Maybe... Maybe not,”

“I have a message to give you, Ezekiel,” Her eyes burned with rage, “To the unmaker, that is,”

Ezekiel shook his head disappointedly, “You’re not ready for that. Not at that level of power. If I relay your message, she would itch to meet you even more, and I don’t want my mate dying so quickly, you see,”

Rhiannon felt confused, “What?”

“You’re weak!” Ezekiel spat out, “You might have unlocked your signature and your wolf, but you can’t control either of them. You don’t even know who you really are, or how your people lived. And you’ve been coming out here for days, with no progress. How do you expect to save whoever you wanna save with that weakness? The unmaker needs to only wave her hands and she’ll have you on your knees and begging