VALORIA WILDEROSE
"W-what?" I stare, wide-eyed and dumbfounded.
His odd statement manages to shock me out of my trance and the aftereffects of my concussion.
It's more from what he's said than the fact that he's crouched over my broken frame, having shielded me from a bell that definitely should have killed me—large enough that both of us should be squashed into a fine puree.
He doesn't say anything else, rather rising to his feet and pushing the large object off of him along with the debris settled on it.
I'm given a glance at the large indent on the side of the bell that has it nearly broken in half for merely daring to come in contact with the Lycan King, and I swallow hard.
He stands over me like an indestructible wall of muscle, more terrifying than ever, making me lose more faith in the fact that this man can actually be killed by anything.
A strong wolf—the strongest—can't even withstand the collision.
