Alpha Dalton
I drew in a sharp breath, suddenly sure that things were about to go very, very wrong.
‘Dalton,’ I whispered, mind-linking him. ‘Dalton, I think -’
Before I could say any more, there was a shout.
The zombie had a hold of the warrior. Its frail appearance was obviously fake. It was strong enough to pick the warrior up as if he weighed nothing and throw him hard against the rear of the truck, holding him pressed up against the vehicle.
The warrior yelled and growled in fury, kicking out to break free as the rest of the warriors leaped into action.
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