Chapter 78 Scythe
Scythe
We’d been preparing Minnie for this, but nothing could have prepared the rest of us for the way Titus screamed as he died.
Screaming his fury, his rage, his misogyny as Minnie—his tiny regina whom he thought so beneath his consideration—overpowered him.
Her superior power had always been there, she’d just never had the audacity to wield it in a way that could hurt people.
Marduk looks on with horrific adoration, holding a white-faced Yeti in his arms as his regina silences the last Clawson lord. The Devi regina’s growls quieten as she shifts back, crouched over her ex-mate’s mangled, bloody form, feline eyes glistening, her face consumed with feral bloodlust.
With her mouth and neck covered in Clawson blood, Minnie rises to her feet with Titus’ metal jaw dangling between her fingers.
She stares the other felines down with a look so terrifying, more than one beast takes a step back.
She throws the metal onto the concrete, and it clangs as it bounces before coming to a definite, final stop.
The felines of Clawson House drop to the ground in submission, but Minnie only has eyes for her mates.
There is nothing else left of this night.