Chapter Fifty-Two

Dmitri

He watched as his best friend struggled with the silver spike which impaled his shoulder, his panic slowly easing as Max snarled his teeth at Madeline. Max used his legs and hands to hold on to the middle of the spike and hoisted himself off the and fell the grassy ground with a hard thud, Sara was quickly by his side healing his bleeding wound. Dmitri could feel his heart beating erratically as his anger burned his chest, listening to Madeline chuckle childishly to herself.

Wiping splattered blood from her cheek, Madeline giggled, "Perhaps you should give up, King," she delicately licked the blood off her fingers. "You have no chance of defeating me. The girl may be out of my grasp; however, one way or another, I will have my hands on that child's' power. Now or when the runt is older, I do not care but-"a wave of her hand in the air "-I will have the power to destroy Werewolves, anyone who stands in my way." She seethed out that last part with anger rather than humour or c