Marked by the Alphas
The subjects tilt their heads as they look at the tiny flames, then at me as if they want to laugh.
“Ah, shit,” I mutter, turn around and climb the tree as if my life depends on it – which it does.
The subjects run closer, and I summon the wind. Just strong enough to help the flames without extinguishing them. The first subject steps over the flames but jumps back with a yelp when its fur catches fire.
“Burn, bitch,” I sneer, directing the wind to the subject.
It howls and rolls on the grass, but I manage to keep the flames alive until the air is filled with burned flesh. The other subjects take a step back, looking from the burning body to me. Then they sit, their eyes locked onto me, waiti
Hot Chapters