The Alpha General's Substitute Bride
Worse, the black was smeared with a reddish slime clinging to it.
I could feel it from several feet away… the toxicity.
“The old man was right… I don’t even know how they managed to handle this, or kill the thing,” Archer said, easing up beside me, face twisted with discomfort.
“The wound in your legs?” I whispered.
“It was an SSS-class,” he said, and I stared.
“Archer…”
“I’m thick-skinned, baby. Don’t worry about me,” he joked a little, but only I knew how bad off he’d been when I found him.