Sinclair
Dead?
As if.
I don't dance with death. That word doesn't apply to me.
Two days, that's how long I've been out, thanks to a bunch of lackeys who thought their ashen bullets could end me. Pinned down, they thought they'd scored. I call it a temporary inconvenience. Those bullets, they only pissed me off.
The fool, Alaric, had taunted me with the word 'pup', but deep down, he recognized what I was; acknowledged it.
I'm the apex, and I would raze this world if I needed to, to keep my mate. He'd seen it that night and had known to prepare for it, taking me by surprise.
It's the only reason they left there alive.
I awoke this morning to find the only family I have ever truly known hovering at what was meant to be my death bed, poking at the sore spots on my skin that were slow
