323. WHO ARE THE UNLUCKY ONES?
VALERIA
I command them in their minds before my feet hit the ground and open a dangerous crater that sinks several inches.
The earth cracks as if a black spiderweb were spreading under my boots.
“Aaaggg!” they roared when the Selenia magic struck them, and the smell of burned fur fills the air, but they stay put and start to shift.
My claws extend and grab each of their ears, forcing them to bend.
“Right now you’re going to explain to me, Magnus and Fenrir Thorne, what the hell you’re doing fighting in someone else’s house.”
My words come out through clenched teeth; I’m angrier than I’ve been in a long time.
“Mommy, we can explain, but let us go, pretty please…!” “You’re making us look bad in front of everyone, and we’re naked on top of that!” Fenrir adds in my mind.
“You should be ashamed of putting on such a savage show, and you didn’t care about the audience! You two are the ones who took your clothes off!”
I felt zero compassion, not even for Magnus’s silent pleading. I dragged th