Chapter Two Hundred-Thirty-Five – I Dare You
The injury at his side still grew and Sorren slightly panicked. If its growth was due to magic, then there'd be nothing he could do to stop the damage.
He already killed the wind user who attacked him but her magic still lived, sucking the air in his body and enlarging itself.
It was painful, and Sorren wasn't fond of pain.
His eyes went to the crushed arrow the Alpha threw on the ground. He needed something to close the injury with. Anything.
"Your mother might've felt the same towards me though." The Rolling Stones' Alpha took more steps towards him. "She might've hated me too."
Her discussion was the least of Sorren's problems, but he responded so she'd not get bored and think of attacking him in his vulnerable position.
"I wonder what brought my mother, a young runaway back at Jappongi looking to snag a powerful husband, and you, an official at a werewolf pack." Sorren frowned.
