Aria

Zizzellis eyed me like today’s lunch and stalked forward. “Now you will see what happens to those who try to steal what is mine.” Her voice was deep, and cold as ice. Wait. What? “What are you talking about? I don’t have anything of yours. I came from Earth plane.” She was as nuts as the rest of them, more psycho killer though. “He is mine, and you cannot have him.” She ran her tongue along her fangs, ready to strike. “Who the hell are you talking about? The only he I have or want is my mate, Rafe. He’s on Earth plane waiting for me.” She hesitated, then continued forward. “Do not try to confound me with your words. I know you came with Vorgith. He is mine.” “Wait. You think I want Vorgith? He’s like a brother to me. I don’t want him as a mate. I told you I have a mate.” She stopped walking and put away her fangs. She tilted her head to the side, then she glanced around at the fighting. “You do not want my Vorgith?” Her Vorgith? He had some explaining to do. “No. Like I said, he is more of a brother to me. An older, crazier brother, but a brother nonetheless.” She blinked, then squinted at me. Pulling out my phone, I brought up Rafe’s picture, thankful cell phones worked in Hell. “This is my mate, Rafe.” She edged toward me, with mistrust. Peering over the phone, she glimpsed at the picture. “Hmmm. He is handsome, for a human.” “He’s a shifter. A wolf, and alpha of his pack. He’s my mate.” I told her proudly.