Ironclad Wolves (Precipice of Godhood #1)
The smell, that familiar dog odor was much more potent – hot, putrid, and rank of malice – mixing in with the fearful sweat and piss running down the boy’s leg.
The dark mass began to uncurl itself, long, bulky limbs covered in near-black, bristling fur bursting out and knocking over color pencils, crayons, and his drawings. Its talons were carved knives, sharpened to eviscerate with just a single strike. Beau saw bared teeth next. Yellow, saliva-coated, shark-like teeth that could disintegrate a school of fish with just a few bites. What came out of that awful maw was a growl he instantly recognized.
It was this.
Bab Populer