The Chosen One
Then it roared at Andrew with tremendous, deafening sounds in front of his face.
Andrew rolled his eyes and smirked, "Fuck it, Tomas. You smell like a dead rotten rat, boy. But go on, taste my blood! Raste it, savour it." He murmured and stepped back with a knowing look. Andrew knew his blood would help the feral beast out of Tomas's mind. All he needed to do was wait and buy some time.
Then the feral animal proceeded to step forward and smell Andrew as it stuck its nose in the air. It howled so loudly again that it almost defeated Diana’s ears. Its gaze penetrated something deep within Andrew, and suddenly, the beast could feel himself snap inside.
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