CHAPTER 21
~ The right one will always fight to make it work.~
I clutch my claws, killing the IronFist head. My fundamental strength was enough to kill anyone on my way. I radiate my arms, flying these rascals out of the way. My pack was tenacious and I am the one who can validate this. Every inch of them was trained by me. These rascals are no match to us. Their numbers have nothing to do with the power that has been sharpened over years and years of training, not an advantage but a handicap. The CrystalMoon is my CrystalMoon.
Sighting the chaos we've started and soon to end almost killed me. Not because the fight we do but my Mate without my sight. I was too busy, losing completely in the battle we brawled. It was driving me insane. The glimpse of the area doesn't show any trace of my
