Chapter 147

Sheila's point of view

I curled my right hand into a ball, feeling the scar on my palm. It reminded me of my rage, and everything I had lost, and the only emotion that filled my mind was hate, rage, and a maddening drive for revenge.

My gaze softened as I felt my mate's comforting presence inside the corner walls of my mind, reminding me he would be there for me, always.

"Meeting adjourned," his voice filled the air, commandingly, and immediately, everyone was up from their seats, leaving the Dragon's court until it remained just my mate and me.

He pulled up from his chair, stalking to where I was seated.

"It enrages me to see you in so much pain, love," his large hand caressed my cheek. It was cold as usual but I couldn't help but lean into it.

My eyes fell on his flawless, and uniquely pale face. Vladimir was of mixed blood, being both a vampire and a wolf. He was one of the old wolves that magically transitioned into a vampire.

"I hate it