Omega Bound
I squeeze my eyes shut, God he sounds exactly the same, but stronger, deeper and more dangerous, but still him.
“THE SCENT!” he roars again.
Something slams into the metal hard enough to make the door in the front of me shiver, “WHERE IS THE SOURCE?” silence follows and that is never a good sign.
I'm not alone, the realization slides into my head, I open my eyes, Mina is crouched across me in the room.
Her pink hair is frazzled and messy, her lips are pale and parted, chest rising too fast.
But her expression, is not fear it's weird, staring at me like food. “Ronan,” she whispers, voice shaking so badly that my name is a babble on her tongue.