Chapter 69

Wren's POV

My claws were inches from tearing into his throat.

The bastard lay slumped against the corridor wall, dazed from the impact. Blood trickled down his temple, mixing with dirt and ceramic shards. I didn't even remember grabbing the potted plant, but the crash of it shattering against his skull still rang in my ears like thunder.

He groaned, trying to get up.

I stalked closer, my hackles r