Wolves Of Berlin The Cursed Hybrid
Then footsteps, heavy and sharp, stomping closer.
Voices slink through, Marc and Velan, those bastards, chatting like it’s nothing, as if they were old friends.
Torchlight catches Velan’s face, my hybrid eyes suddenly flares up and turns yellow-green. His skin is sickly, pale with a faint yellow-greenish tint, like there is something wrong with him.
I realized only my hybrid eyes let me see this, he hid it so well with a spell.
What’s up with him?
“Whip’s your tool,” he’s saying, voice slick and twisted as they enter the cell next to me.
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