The Alpha's Plump Mistake
Maya stood before them, shielding the cracked crystal with her curvy body, covered by the tattered remains of my arctic wolf pelt, the cinnamon skin of her neck completely red and burned by the rune.
I crossed the breach in a single leap, raising my dark steel sword. The first gray beast turned toward me, oozing mystical tar from its fangs, but my descending blade was faster: I split its chest in two before it could raise its deformed claws. Kael and the bettas burst in right behind me, pinning the last creature down in a clash of spears and metal.
I stood before Maya, placing my massive frame between her exhausted body and the rest of the room, breathing like an agitated bellows as the labo