The Freak Is The Mate Of The Lycan
I felt the bone give.
I was horrified.
I was exhilarated.
Ares was laughing.
A wild, savage, blood-soaked laugh.
"YARA!" he roared, a new, fresh wave of strength, my strength surging into him.
The mark. It was feeding him! My power was his.
We were back-to-back. A bleeding, laughing Lycan, and a wolf-less monster.
We were a storm. We were a single, perfect, thirty-two-toothed... death machine.