Frostbite's POV
Tern's eyes started twitching. And they snapped open. He struggled to sit up, his body shivering violently. When he regained his balance, he advanced towards Frostbite.
"W-what have y-y-you d-done to me," he growled, cracking his knuckles.
"You mean," corrected Frostbite, "What have you done to yourself?"
He started circling Frostbite, the way two polar bears did before they fought. She kept contact with his eyes. They stared back in hate.
This is not my brother, she finally realized. My brother died long ago. Years before.
Frostbite clenched her jaw. I have no choice.
She lept at him, teeth bared, claws as sharp as knives. She then landed on top of him.
"You don't have to do this," he choked, his eyes pleading.
"You are not my brother," Frostbite snarled, looking into his eye with a murderous glint. "You may look like my brother, but you're not him. You're not even a dragon."
She scrunched her eyes shut, grabbed the horns on his head, then with a crack- she snapped it.
Prince Tern of the IceWings was dead.
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Wings of Fire: The First Animus
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