89) My Alpha, My Life, My Love, My Wolf

Mj was breathing heavily as she watched the head roll away and as the ringing in her ears dulled she looked down to notice the silver rope had started to eat into her skin. With what was left of her shirt the Quicksilver assassin started peeling the rope from around her arm and as she dropped it to the floor she took a few tumbling steps down the mountain of death and rubble before collapsing to her knees with her head hung low and her shoulders shuddering with every heaving breath.

The sudden roar of the crowd drowned out the ferocious sound of Theron as he ripped through Dante’s body and shed his human shackles at the same time. The tunnel visioned wolf burst through the hanging gate, bringing even more of the arena crumbling down as he made his way toward Mj, who was still slouched on the ground. He could tell she was still alive because her body was still warm, and he could hear her heartbeat, but the overwhelming feeling of the man he shared his existence with yearned to reach