Bonded To The Alpha God of War
Her lips quivered, but no sound came.
The Luna turned… too late.
Kaelthorn was standing there.
His blade plunged deep into her side, twisting cruelly. A guttural cry tore from her throat as blood spurted from her armor, and from her mouth, staining her lips. Kaelthorn leaned closer, his wicked grin spreading wide in sick delight as he enjoyed the agony on her face.
Aurelia’s scream tore through the battlefield. She fell to her knees, her tiny fists pounding the earth as hot tears and mucus streaked down her little face. Her sobs were raw, unbearable, the sound of innocence shattering, it was too much for her fragile heart.