Griff

couldn’t think straight. His heart felt like it would fall out of his mouth if he even tried to form a sentence. He could hardly see through his fogged up glasses, but he didn’t have to see to know what happened. Uriah’s agonizing screams were enough to tell him what he feared most.

“He-he can’t die,” stuttered as Fen pulled him into his arms. “D-Darcy is mortal, b-but Pruitt… They said the King of Wolves gave him eternal life.”

“I know, ,” Fen cooed quietly, his eyes watery as they embraced amongst the rubble of a football field littered in bodies. “ Just breathe. ”

If ads affect your reading experience, click here to remove ads on this page.