Hilo Rojo Película Novels & Stories

The heavy clang of chains echoed as they fell into the dust of the earthen floor. However, the rogue continued to observe the young Alpha standing before him with condescension. He laughed inwardly at the ease with which a little provocation had enabled him to get so close to the Red Wolf. He'd begun to despair that he wouldn't get there as quickly as he'd expected, but the gods had heard his prayers. "I demand a wolf-to-wolf fight!" the rogue howled, trying to clear the greasy locks from his face. Harry tilted his head slightly forward. He didn't know why, but something was wrong. The rogue was shaking from head to toe, but he kept insisting on confronting him. It didn't make sense. However

His suit, once pristine, was now painted with crimson. One of Hernando’s men stepped forward, his gun still raised. “You’ve reached your final destination.” But Hilo didn’t flinch. He stared down the barrel and said, “I don’t fear death.” He lifted his gun, but before he could pull the trigger, one of Hernando’s men shot him clean in the chest. Hilo stumbled, dropped to his knees, and fell forward. The life drained from his eyes as quickly as it had sparked. Cheers erupted behind us.