Fueling the fire
What kind of f*cked up pack is this?
‘LET ME OUT’. Ares roars. And for the first time in a long time, she tries to overpower me for control.
‘We can’t, Ares. Especially not here, not now. Our first shift can’t be here. We will be too vulnerable. Please’.
She knows I’m right, but she is still pushing for control. I am tuning out everything else, completely focusing on keeping Ares at bay, when the first lash hits. It’s definitely a silver whip. And it smells like the drinks I kept getting from the guard. Wolfsbane. The Alpha continues to lash relentlessly, and the crowd gets louder and louder in excitement. Well, I will no longer call myself morbid when I say I want to burn them all alive.
Bab Populer