Lyall
Uncle Kendrick's hold on my neck tightened, and I coughed violently, struggling against his iron-like grip.
“What are you doing, Uncle?” I choked, and Kendrick's laugh turned maniacal. Why was my uncle holding me by the throat? He was supposed to be on my side, protecting our people. What in the world was happening?
One of the guards next to me tried to jump to my defence, but Kendrick gripped him with his other hand, snapping his neck instantly. I let out a pained shout as the body went down with a thud.
“Run!” I screamed at the other guard, but it was too late. Kendrick's claws were out, and they slashed the guard to pieces. A gasp escaped my lips, and Sheila let out a terrified scream as the blood splattered all over the ground. “What do you think you're doing?!” I let out a
