Workin on another chapter and really am enjoying the start of it:
"I wanted to run, I truly wanted to. But my feet were frozen into the ground; for all I could do was stand there and look and horror. Celia dashes pass me, attempting to grab my arm and drag me down to the stairwell, but all I saw was red hot anger. How dare they do this to her? How dare they do this to me? I wasn't mad, I was pissed.
“Who do you think you are?” I shout at the two men running our way. they held swords while wearing glimmering armor, but that didn't intimidate me in the slightest. I felt my claws elongate and my fangs grow as anger bubbles deep within me. I wasn't mad just during this one time, this was for everything they've done to me. F*** this Kingdom, f*** this damn King. I will kill him, and I will have a great time doing it.
“We are part of the royal military,” one of the men says as he holds up his sword. But to me it is nothing but a mere stick, I didn't care if it is a sword or spear or anything like that, I would have my revenge.
I look at Celia deep into her eyes, and I give her a small, smug smile,” you're not stopping me this time.” "