Her scent was filling inside my nostrils and, no doubt, it was her. A shadowy figure comes onto the scene after clearing the surrounding fog. My rage was raving me up to the surface as I sensed how tense she was.
Lycaon’s hands were wrapped around her arms as if he was escorting a queen in the throne room. She was my queen. As she slid in the sight, I could read her eyes and knew she was terrified of the battle. My fists curled up in aggression as I bit my lower lip in frustration.
Lycaon looked at me with intensity so high it could melt any metal under his gaze. He was displeased to notice one of his ruthless monsters had been taken down in a cruel way.
“Looks like you mortals haven’t learned a thing since you came here. You kid! You think you are doing a favor when you think of prote
