The Pack's Emissary
He felt the bones of his wings break, the sails tear, as he was propelled through the wall and tossed out into the carpark, the bitumen shredding his clothing and his skin.
The rear of the MegaStore collapsed inwards with a mighty groan of metal and an explosion of dust, debris, and smoke.
Samuel lay, his body beyond pain, watching as the fire flickered.
A figure limped out of the debris and stood over him. Leighton, torn, bloody, bruised, and covered in ash, one hand pressed to his ribs, and his eyes hard as he assessed Samuel’s injuries.
Samuel waited for the warlock to kill him, but the man obviously decided that the effort would be wasted, and time would do the job for him, as he groaned
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