Aria's POV
Theron looked at me with more contempt than fear, even with a silver knife at his throat.
"Go ahead," he said. "Kill me. Prove you're exactly the monster I always said you were."
"I don't need to prove anything to you." I pressed the blade harder against his skin, drawing blood. "You orchestrated the deaths of innocent wolves. You allied with humans against your own kind. You got Mateo killed."
"Mateo Ragnar was weak. He died because he couldn't let go of a woman who never truly loved him." Theron smiled cruelly. "Just like your father was weak. Just like all the wolves who followed you are weak. Sentiment makes you vulnerable, girl. I learned that lesson decades ago."
"My father wasn't weak. He was brave. He stood up to corruption when everyone else was too scared." I could feel my control slipping, could feel the rage building. "And you killed him for it. You and your Council murdered my parents because they threatened your power."
