Chapter 85 The Power He Posess

• Xavier***
• The forest seemed to hold its breath. Diego’s figure loomed closer, his cruel smirk a jagged slash in the dim moonlight. My muscles burned, every nerve in my body screaming for rest, but I refused to give in. Henry was still with me, his shallow breaths a fragile thread tying him to this world. I wouldn’t let that thread snap—not now, not ever.
• Diego’s voice sliced through the stillness. “How poetic. Two broken wolves clinging to each other, as if that’ll save you.”