THE LYCAN’S OMEGA
Forever.
Now, he was nothing. Less than an omega. Empty. Weak.
“No… no… no!” Gerald wailed, his voice breaking. “Not that, just kill me instead!”
I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me.
“You don’t deserve death, Gerald.”
I straightened, my claws extended.
“You won’t see your pack again. You won’t hear their howls, or smell the world you once ruled.”
One slash, his eyes were gone. Another strike his hearing was gone, followed by his sense of smell. He wailed, crawling blindly, but there was nowhere to run to.
Bab Populer