Chapter 33
***Nite’s Continued POV***
Attempting to glare down the a**hole, Volkov waited to hear from his human; well? Nite groaned while deep in thought. His mind was working like gears in a clock, but every now and then his cogs would stick with mental pictures of Hazel. Nite shook his head to clear the small woman’s distracting images, we just need to hold out; I cannot stand not being able to just take them out right now, but we need Silver for the damn Tavern.
Volkov huffed in agreement and irritation, pulling the focus of Ve'xala once more as they hadn’t expected him to make that noise. This ended up taking their attention long enough for one of the two-legged dogs to rocket forward rabidly as if it’d been starving for days, and head straight towards them.
