He coughed and sputtered as he forced the water out of his lungs. His chest stung and parts of his flesh felt like they were on fire. The places where the rocks had scraped against him, while the churning waters carried him through the darkness.
Fangrin’s cockiness had gotten the better of him and almost cost him his life and.. His witch.
“f**k!” He shouted hoarsely with his sore throat and regretted it.
Suddenly an image flashed through his mind. The other werewolf.. That Alpha gave him the closest fight of his life. In fact, it was too close. Had the edge of the ravine not interfered, who knows what the outcome could have been. Fangrin’s ability to sense the unknown before him had not given him a sliver of knowledge concerning the outcome of his battle.
Again, the opposing werewolf
