روايات وقصص ضمن Zelda Ghirahim

Bodies collided; the sound of fists hitting the enemy’s flesh; the snarls of wolves filling the air. I moved through the brawl, sidestepping the Crimson Sparrow enforcer that launched himself at me. I grabbed his arm, snapped it like a twig, and tossed him aside like a rag doll. I walked straight towards Henrique. Henrique shifted. His clothes ripped as he turned into a brown wolf. He launched himself at my throat. I caught him in mid-air, and my hand closed around his throat. I slammed him to the ground, and the ground cracked from his impact. I didn’t move; I didn’t have to.