The Alpha King's Breeder
I curl into Aviva, tucking her as close as possible while we hang, my head covering hers as bodies start to sail over us into the void of shadow and nothingness below.
Rogue after rogue falls from the cliff. Dozens. The last sounds are Hardan fighting for his footing before he topples over the edge, stuck between two of the beasts he was controlling, likely calling to Navvan to create a sick, twisted army he planned to unleash on the tribal lands.
The trunk of the willow tree snaps, falling over the side, its leaves brushing over the top of my head as it falls.
We hang in the silence. Aviva is completely still, her arms growing limp at my sides.
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