99. THE ROAR OF A KING

CONRI’S P.O.V

My head kept tipping to the side. The beast in me wanting to be unleashed but I could not, not this time. The blood coaxed it, my head ringing with the pain exploding as I tried to hold back this cursed feral part of me back.

With that, I had over forty vampires trying to rip me apart and more came because they could see that this time was different. They could see that this time they could take me.

I fought with all I had. Heads snapped apart, claws buried deep with hearts pulled but it was nothing compared to the show my cursed beast would have put. I fought with the anger in me but it was not enough. They were a lot and I was suffocating, especially with my body being weak from fighting every single day of the passing week.

I was bruised and buttered, my wolf working over time to heal me and keep me sane at the same time thus healing took too long. In that darkness, I was in better condition than everyone else.

My head tipped to the side again and I could not see clea