My heart thrashed against my ribs like it wanted to burst through them.

“What did you say?” I croaked out with a hoarse voice, barely lifting my head from the gravel, soaking up my blood. The pain from the knife was still dragging down my nerves.

Becca cocked her head as her eyebrows rose in confusion as she stared at Vorare. “Why the sudden change of mind?“

Vorare hummed as he glided closer. “I want the Primordial Alpha,” he repeated with an air of finality.

A thunder cracked ...