©NovelBuddy
PREVIEW
... ts eyes.
I stood there, fist still buried in scorched hide, breathing so hard it hurt. Blood dripped from my knuckles, my nose, the corner of my mouth. The forest was burning in patches around us, white flames eating lazily through undergrowth and climbing tree trunks. Everything smelled like ash and cooked meat.
It was done.
I pulled my fist free and staggered back, and the moment I did, the fire coating my hands guttered and died. My spirit essence was running on fumes. ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























