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UNHOLY PROGENY

POV: Callum Wells

The only thing that broke through the temporarily shocked haze engulfing me was the white-hot flare of pain lancing across my shoulders. With the ferocity of his attack, that accursed Darrel had surprised me.

Clearance returned itself, and I could feel his talons searching remorselessly into my flesh in search of purchase to shred and tear. Thinking to finish me with his bare hands in a flash of self-righteous wrath, the miserable fool

I locked eyes with him and saw the wild anger boiling beneath his bestial hunger front. Nice. Allow him to feel, for a few more breaths, that he was in charge. It would make the next reversal all the more appetizing.

My lips slid back in a taunting half smile as I felt his weight pinning me against the unforgiving stone. "Is the best you can produce, whelp?" I gasped out. "This miserable attempt at intimidation?"

Darrel's only answer was an inarticulate growl of scorching wrath as he tried to up the pressure, thereby trying to
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