Forsaken With His Pups
I hissed, “Just a little more, and we’re safe. I’ve got you. I’m not letting go!”
As we stumbled out of the corridors, I saw the Iron Howlers. They were lined up at the edge of the clearing, their faces filled with desperate hope.
“Over here! Grab our hands!” one of the warriors shouted, leaning forward to pull us into the safety.
I reached out, my fingers trembling, almost touching his palm.
We were so close. But then, the world ended.
A deafening roar ripped through the air.
A massive explosion hit the front lines of the Iron Howlers, sending a shock-wave that knocked the wind out of my lungs.
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