The Tyrant alpha
I slump to my side, and momentum rolls me onto my back.
On the jumbotron above me, I see myself lying flat, my leg twisted at an unnatural angle, my skin mottled red, my chest barely rising with each excruciating intake of breath. My face is meat.
Killian leans over me. High above on the screen, I see the back of his head. His sweat drips on my chest.
“Stay down, friend,” he says.
I tilt my head, blinking blood out of my eyes, searching for Wrenlee. If I see her, I’ll be able to stand. She's magic. The brightest light in the whole fucking world.
Bab Populer