Fangs of Fate
Samuel P Dave
I'm not sure how I feel about her, but I can't abandon her to the wolves.
I exit into the downpour. As the storm approaches, the wind whips at me, and the platform suddenly experiences a break in the rain. When I look up, I can see the three-quarter moon above, with grey clouds closing in on us, so we must be near the eye's edge. They intended for the tension, wrath, and adrenaline to escalate in this manner. As I go into the thronging mob to enter the fray, I feel it just as much as any other alpha does, like a partial transformation coming over me.
Bab Populer