Alexa

‘What do you mean? Don’t tell me…,’ Mythril the Lycan murmured.

‘You know what I mean,’ I said as both my hands gripped Harlow’s.

Our joined hands formed a circle. After this, it might be the last time I saw Harlow again. That thought hit my mind and fear crept into the corner of my heart. That was when a mass of black air passed in front of me.

No, it wasn’t ordinary air. Because that puff of black smoke, though faint, blew toward my face as if trying to seep into my nose, mouth, and ears. For a moment, my mind went blank, and I found myself again...