Roisin
Olivine’s eyes narrowed, his dark irises hardening into something sharp and lethal. The growl that rolled from his chest was deep and guttural, vibrating through the air with such menace that it made every hair on my body stand on end. It wasn’t just a sound. It was a warning, a promise, a predator’s threat that sent a cold shiver racing down my spine.
“I can agree with you on something,” he snarled, his tone rough as stone grinding against stone. “The weak shall indeed perish. That’s why you’ll learn a painful lesson today.”
The words cracked through the forest like a whip, thickening the tension until the very air felt combustible. Energy throbbed between them, primal and electric, a charge that pulsed through the ground and into my bones. I could feel it vibrating beneath my
