Chapter 13As Drak'thonn ran toward the forest outside of town, he glanced down at his bloody hands. His pace slowed as he reached the forest wall. He sat down cross-legged and started rubbing his hands together briskly. The feeling of exuberance he had felt while pummeling the helpless boy had changed completely the moment he'd realized he had just punched his brother in the face. Instead of dealing with the feelings, Drak'thonn had decided to escape from the situation and raced to the forest.
The person who had ripped him off his prey needed to be punished, and it was a blind right-hook that had landed on Ashcon's face and sent him tumbling to the ground. He'd felt a sense of euphoria as his fist connected with Ashcon's face. He could feel his twin brother's pain. It was the greatest fee
