“Wren. Her name is Wren.” “O-okay.” “Say her name,” I snarled. “Wren,” he whispered. “Remember it and take it to hell with you.” My claws lengthened, and I punched my fist into his chest, fingers clamping around his heart, feeling it beat against my palm. Then I tore it straight out of his rib cage, relishing the feel of his blood coating my arm.
