Ash and the Death Wolf

He looked back down at Rye, who jerked and struggled. The rims of his eyes started to fill with red light. 

Nikolias slapped a hand over his face. The liquid burned his hands. 

“Ash! Tell me about him, Rye!”

“Gone,” he bit out. “Gone. Gone. Gone.”

Nikolias grabbed his jaw and leaned over to stare in...

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