How Much Do You Love Her?

Talia stood behind the man who was cradling a woman’s corpse.

Her thick lashes blinked, making the insect fly away from her eyes. Even with magic, nothing could stop the swarm of flies around the area.

It was of no wonder.

Five bodies were left in the open for a week already while the other hundreds were reduced to a mere pile of dust that faithful night.

“Your mate fought a noble battle. Let her rest, wolf king. It is the least that we can do for her,” said Talia. Her tone was eerily calm as her eyes, which would remind anyone of the deep green forest, lacked any ripple of emotion or empathy.

The man, who did not move from that position for seven days already, answered Talia with a low growl. It was a low warning yet the clear warning was evident from his deranged blue eyes.

If it only happened a day after her death, maybe Talia would relent. But when she glanced at the exposed skin of the woman who had saved her—purple bruises started to appear on her skin. After all, it had been se