59. I AM THE ALPHA
Gasping, Tarquin disentangled himself from the extremities around him, trying to pull himself out of the circle that contained less than twenty-five men. All of them were his inner circle of war worshipers. The general thought that they were brave, but it was clear they were outnumbered and out-performed. Using his finger nails, he gripped the ridges between the cobbles, clawing his way free. Unhinged, he swung his sword, hoping to hurt some of the wolves standing nearby in his frantic fury. They stood staring at him, as if he were a curiosity. “Fight me! Fight me you cowards!” The General demanded. “They are saving you for me.” A soft, but unforgiving voice answered. Tarquin turned to see a beautiful woman, dressed in leathers that were slick with red dripping blood. Her hair was c
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