Alpha Abaddon
I shout helplessly, watching her fighting for her life, and her blue eyes meet mine.
"Fight, Abaddon, fight." She shouts before I lose sight of her behind a mass of dark fur.
My eyes snap open in my room and the scent of blood fills my nose, my arm and side are burning with pain, but worse is the stench of rogue and the shadows of wolves in my room. One of them has its teeth buried deep into my arm, dragging me sideways off the bed, while another is repositioning, ready to strike as soon as I fall.
Bab Populer