Share

Chapter Forty-Five: My Eighteenth Birthday

Do you know those moments in life, where you question everything about yourself? Your choices, your actions, if you were the villain or the hero?

Right now, I was having one of those moments.

As blood caked the earth, I had no idea where I stood. Just that I kept firing, my aim staying true as it fletched right into an enemy soldier's left eye. I grimaced as he stopped mid-shift, falling to the earth as my arrow pushed further into his skull from the impact.

"Nice shot, Robin!" Another of the human-formed warriors praised, his spear finding a different one. But as I looked out at the carnage, claws of grief gripped my heart. It held fast when I turned away, forcing myself to focus on the enemy.

In the center of the pack we just stole from, the wolves were clashing. Our best shifters were entangled in a dance with theirs. Blood and snarls ripped through the battlefield. And as any werewolves who hadn't shifted emerged, I was ordered to pick them off. I was providing support for
Locked Chapter
Continue to read this book on the APP

Related chapters

Latest chapter

DMCA.com Protection Status