The Wolf Kings choice
They kept their armored bodies rigidly angled downward, radiating absolute, unquestioning submission as Lycan carried me through their ranks.
Behind us, the absolute destruction of Ava’s world was reaching its agonizing climax.
"Make your move on her," the Vanguard Captain commanded, his voice slicing through the tense air with the clinical, unfeeling precision of a guillotine blade. "Carry out the sentence."
The heavy, iron-clad Vanguard soldier did not hesitate. He lunged forward, his massive gauntlets grabbing the ruined collar of Ava’s expensive emerald silk dress.
*RIIIIIP.*
The sound of the thick, tailored silk tearing completely down the seams was deafening.