The Small Whisperer: They wanted the Alpha's Omega dead
but received no answer, only the dull echo of my own voice bouncing back at me from somewhere beyond the walls.
Pulling back for a moment, I then charged at the door, using my shoulders to slam against it. The end result was the door still being perfectly shut, while I felt even more pain, a fresh throb blooming across my shoulder to join the rest of my complaints. Still hurting, I stood ready to kick it again when suddenly, it swung open from the other side, striking me right on the nose.
"Ahh!" I cried out, stumbling back and scrunching my sore nose, tears springing unbidden to my eyes from the sheer, stupid shock of it.