Alpha Toph

My tongue pressed against the uneven ridges of my teeth as I fiddled with the lock of the shadow king’s secret compartment.

I had caught a glimpse of the mammoth beast leaving the small shed, the spot on his neck where the blood moonstone hung bare.

 I knew then that Gobar had to have been hiding it here. He never wore it to hunt.

“Come on!” I gritted through clenched teeth, feeling my eyeballs sting as the sweat rolled down from the cliff of my forehead.

Everything had begun to feel weird, it was hard enough to feed without tasting the worms from the inside of my mouth...