The Omegas Cry
he taunted, grabbing me by the arm and twisting it painfully.
I bit back a scream, twisting free and striking again. This time, I aimed for his face, my claws slicing through the air. Vince caught my wrist mid-swing, his grip like iron.
"You’ve got spirit, I’ll give you that," he said, his smirk never wavering. "But spirit won’t save you."
With a single, powerful blow, he struck the back of my head. Pain exploded through my skull, and the world spun around me. My knees buckled, and I collapsed to the floor.
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