She’d warned him, hadn’t she?
The trees or him.
Lylith was even kind enough to give him a head start, an olive branch of kindness, and he’d snuffed his nose at it.
The girl’s lips lifted as she growled, bits of bloodied bark and splinters stuck out from her pink-tinted teeth. Sure, she looked like dog shit, to say the least, but Lylith didn’t care. Who the hell did this guy think he was? Where did he get off asking her why she felt the need to do things? He was just some nobody! She didn’t have to answer his stupid fucking questions!
Lylith’s tongue lapped across her teeth, cleaning only a trace amount of the bloodied mess she’d ended up covered in. Without thinking, without bracing, without warning—the yearling bolted forward, jaws wide and overly eager to bite into something—anything—that wasn’t made of wood.