Cool silver presses into the mans throat, and I slide the blade across his neck with ease. Easily tearing through the flesh of his neck, and staining my blades with crimson liquid. Blood, a substance that two years ago would've made me gag and cry, surrounds the bedroom, not even slightly fazing me. The mission was complete, and a small part of me thought of my old " pack ", my mate, and my family. They all would gasp and shake in fear of they saw me now, a heartless killer, an assassin…
