Novelas y relatos de Obi Vs Grievous

Marco screamed blue murder at me as the truck slowly bumped over the ravine and disappeared from view, only to create his own fiery spectacle a hundred metres down. Reu stood over the body of Levi. His white hair and blue eyes were marred by the sweep of red that had splattered upwards across his torso and face. He held a large shard of what could have been a metal door, wielding it like a shield. Levi had been slashed between his legs up to the ribs, allowing what was held together inside to drop to the floor. There’s no shifter healing for that mess. “Fuck, you okay?” I shout, ears still ringing from the explosion.

“Riva, what happened? Who did this to you” “The Cavaliere Ombra Pack . . . they did it. And they’re on their way here.”