ALLISON.

"Feisty little thing, aren’t you?" he sneered, his voice muffled through his mask.

"B-Bastard!"

"You still got some spunk left on you, little wolf?" he taunted.

His expression was covered by a mask but I could feel that he was mocking me behind that metal face.

Anger surged within me. I spat at him, the saliva splattering on the glossy surface of his mask. His bloodshot eyes behind the slits narrowed in rage.

"What a stubborn brat," he growled, grabbing a ...