EVANGELINE.
He clenches his fist, squaring his shoulder as he looks around before he heads out towards the exit. Ignoring the crowds,
I quickly climb down from the stands and hurry after him.
“Zed!” I call as I run to keep up with him, trying my best not to bump into anyone.
Is he alright?
‘You’re pathetic.’ Her voice comes in my head, but I refuse to listen to her.
I catch up to him, but he’s walking away without even so much of a glance towards me.
“Alpha Zedkiel, will you not stay for the next two rounds?” Someone asks, but he ignores them as well.
“Zedkiel…” I whisper in concern when I finally catch up to him.
He’s frowning as he stares ahead, but I can see the beads of sweat on his forehead. I’m uncertain if it’s from the match or from the pain that I’m certain he’s in.
We r
