Chapter Eighty Seven

Fight:

The ground was littered with bodies, some dying others no longer in this world. Arkyn had several at his feet, Blood running down both his arms, a mixture of his own and the ones he had slaughtered. Arkyn growled, becoming frustrated as he could feel members of his pack dying in the battle. Conan pushed him forward. His Anger pushed him forward.

Norris locked eyes on Arkyn, a grin appearing on his face as he watched him walk through the crowd, slaughtering anyone that attempted to touch him. He walked effortlessly, Norris couldn't help but be a little impressed at hsi skills and how easily he made it look. Norris twirled the bottle in his hand. He had been waiting for years for this moment. Not only would he slaughter his whole pack but he would make sure Arkyn died slowly and painfully. The liquid silver in the vial felt warm beneath his touch the glass, the only thing preventing it from poisoning him. Norris tucked it away, it had to be done in the most perfect timing.

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