Kratos' lip is split, a wound ran across his face as if it's been clawed at, his left side is also bleeding, his knees is buckling, a probable rib injury as well, and a throbbing pain in his balls.
Like damn, it's a close fight. Both of them would've just ended up killing each other at the same time if I had come an hour later than I did. Then maybe if they're both already dead, I wouldn't be dealing with this douchebag anymore.
Kratos, with one good and tired eye, looked at me, "Deimos and Zelos aren't here."
At that moment, I froze.
Since coming here in this new pack, even if we get to spend everyday seeing each other on the breakfast table and around the house, not once did Kratos ever spare me a look. Even when he feels me staring at him, he never looked back. And on those couple t
