“And it’s probably best for me if Ash remains occupied.” Leah added.
Noah arched a brow at her words but said nothing in response.
“Sorry to inform you but the demon isn’t going to keep him occupied much longer.” Doran stated, gesturing towards the fight.
Rather than a fight, it was a clear beat down. Draq was desperately flailing his hands around, a desperate attempt at blocking the hits Asher sent his way.
Her wolf’s hand bled as he continuously pummelled the face of the demon and she wondered who the blood belonged to. Was it Draq’s? Or Asher’s? Or a combination of both?
Even when the demon ceased movement, Asher continued to brutalise the male, smashing his face in as the sound of bone’s breaking echoed all around them. The demon’s face was hardly recognisable with the work he
