Bonded To The Alpha God of War
Her voice broke, trembling with disappointment.
The last batch of warriors marched in, their fangs raised high, proof of their victories gleaming in their hands. Cheers erupted around them.
And then a sudden silence throughout the whole arena as eyes were widened in shock.
A shadow emerged from the wild forest, a body that moved slowly yet unyielding.
Anana.
Her body bruised, her steps staggering but never stopping. Around her neck, hanging heavy and gleaming, was a single fang, it was massive, cruel and unmistakable.