Alpha Wyatt
It was the earth, Mia controlled every bit of it as I gave her my strength, the green roots shot up out of the ground piercing her right in the heart as she screamed, her voice sounding like nails going down a chalkboard.
“I’m so glad you took that one,” feeling nauseous.
“Puss,” Mia replied.
“Call me what you want but she straight gave me the creeps,” I chuckled.
“It wasn’t that bad.. I could’ve down without the fish of the sea smell though.”
We both cracked up laughing, “she did start sounding like the trollop at karaoke night didn’t she?” I laughed harder, “once you took over, yeah I could hear it.”
“I’m ready to get back to the Packhouse, we need a shower.”