Chapter 95 ~Jamole Finds His Mate~

• At the battle ground, Jamole fulfilled his demands. He had my arms and legs bound expecting me to fight effectively. Heavy howling , groaning, wincing and barking of wolves hung across Dolan pack that I feared a host of shifters could pounce on me just to take advantage of my condition and tame me. As I gazed upon my cousin, I wailed silently, wondering if Jamole was actually my cousin or I mistook him for one.
• At the battle ground I kept tossing my head sideways, combing around the bloodied ground and the shifters eating into one another and terminating the vulnerable ones. My eyes were flinty as that of a fish in the ocean, seriously combing around for any shifter that would want to launch attack on me. Although I was bound hands and feet yet I wasn’t ready to be vulnerable. I was ready to defend myself in any way I could just to make sure I saw my mate alive; just to ensue I saw humanity living in a Lord free world again.
• I wasn’t going to die and I would do my best to disappoint Jamole.