-LILIAN-
His claws were soaked in blood, bathed by the scent of tobacco. Each movement pierced deeper and deeper into his skin. Blood oozed out of his body, the floor taking it all in as it dropped down.
I raised my hand to see the victim, already feeling sorry for Nas. Upon seeing the full picture, I gasped, my hands quickly covering my mouth.
Nas had done the work, stabbing the Lycan King in the chest, his clutch greater than the pressure that had been intensified. His claws stood strong in the Lycan King's body, but he wasn't thinking of pulling out.
Something seemed strange; one of their auras had vanished, meaning one of them was either dead or weak. Did this mean that the supposed Lycan King had been killed by Nas?
"I told you that I don't have a heart, Nas." An evil chuckle e
