I had done it, I had finally done it. My dreams have finally become a reality. Though it doesn't feel tangible, I know it's real. I've finally beaten Darius. I've forever engraved my name in history. As the only wolf to have ever beaten a Leviakon Alpha.
As of right now, I want to continue basking in my victory as I had been doing for over four hours. But my new castle is approaching. Falling my gaze, I point my sights to Abigail, who as of right now is lying on my lap.
Seeing her in pain bites into my heart. She looks messed up to say the least. Her hair is a raging current, defiantly laid in tangled strands across her face no matter how many times I had pulled it back. She is covered in sweat and her breathing is regular.
She had been unconscious ever since Malcom tore her arm off. Placing my gaze on her arm, it wounds me further when I see the bandages wrapping her arm. Blood-soaked and seemingly ragged.
