(Alpha Tagon’s POV continues)

The sight before me sent a knife through my heart cutting deeply that I felt it split into two with the raging buzz in my blood. Darkness covered my eyes and my ears grew thin.

Lying carelessly on the floor almost dead was Sheila, her face was covered in blood, sticky blood that has turned dark, her usual glowing skin has now turned pale. Another line like zig zags formed in her back recklessly. I raised a finger touching it and with the light grunt that escaped her lips I knew it was whip marks.

Goddamnit!

“What has she done?” An inaudible question left my lips...