Spells And Mates
The other stands pointing a shimmering black weapon to me, he cocks it.
“Eku la te nos viduak.” I chant, the weapon suspends in the air, falling several feet below us. He suddenly lurches in attack, I Instinctively duck, burying my claws in his neck.
He chokes out blood, his eyes popping out in shock.
I race to the door, hearing the screams of joy again.
Blacktooth. Blacktooth. I. Want. Blacktooth's. Blood.
I see a group of guards conversing and peeping through a door. I quietly make my way above them. My toes drop to the ground, before me is the speaker from before, all over a naked girl, panting and grunting over her as she helplessly cry.
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