BETA TIM’S POV

I listened in bitterness as her words left her mouth one after the other. Who is she to tell me what to do with her corpse after now? Who even gave her the idea that she has a right to make a dying request, or doesn’t she understand what it entails for someone to be cursed and outcast?

My blood boiled angrily and it was as if a mighty tornado had erupted deep inside of me. The hate that I felt for her was like an indescribable volcano whose fire ravaged my whole being and eager to be spat out on her. It was like a dragon...