Claimed by My Enemy Alpha Mate
He didn’t even try to stand—he dragged himself across the floor with his arms, crawling toward the pile of shattered crystal fragments.
But it was too late.
The shards of the crystal ball had already transformed into a cloud of white smoke.
"Caesar, Caesar, Caesar..." Carlos’s voice trembled as he called out in desperation, like a howl of mourning. He reached out his shaking hands, trying to touch Caesar’s soul.
But he couldn’t reach him.
Caesar’s body collapsed to the ground, as though the invisible string that had been keeping him upright had been cut. His form quickly deteriorated, turning into a pile of dry bones in a matter of moments.