RYDEN
“Ryden!” Amelia called my name.
I was screaming in pain in my head in my own blood with the blackness almost taking over me while I was buried under dead werewolves, wounded and bleeding.
Her voice was shaking as she kept calling my name, trying to pull away charred animals on top of me.
I already shifted back and begun to succumb to the wounds I obtained, and I was losing a lot of blood. Though I got used to smelling blood, the smell of burning flesh was repugnant and horrible.
“I’m fine, Amelia.” I wasn’t. I knew the cuts were bad. I was more worried about her. We were caught off guard. And here I thought my territory was safe. Undeniably, I was targeted. Those rogues were coming after me, and not Amelia, but they didn’t see it coming. They weren’t aware of who Amelia was.
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