AmandaRigar screamed.It wasn't a laugh of victory that had gotten out of hand. It was a blood-curdling scream of pain and agony.Something had hurt him.I dared to look up at him. My little spear still radiated in him, but it was growing bigger, and connecting with a similar spear of ice that went through his stomach. No, that wasn't ice. It was a sword?Staring at the bloodied tip I tilted to the side to investigate and came face to face with a bloody, bruised, and crying Clara."Clara," I whispered her name not believing that she was there."They're all dead," she whispered, jerking on the sword that was buried inside of him. "Everyone back in the pack, he killed them all in front of me."All the connections that I'd still had were snapped in an instant. I focused on the tip of that spear and put every last bit of energy I had into it. The stupid hound continued to hang onto me, her intentions were unclear I was surprised she hadn't went for my throat, but then again she didn't se
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