CHAPTER 198
Vextral pushed himself up from sitting on the ground after finally securing all the chains were locked. He panted, and it had been quite some time since he had strained this hard before. He exhaled through his teeth, brushing dirt and soot off his behind before turning to Ezekiel.
The Wolf King was still on all fours, breathing shallowly. Blood pooled beneath him, the dark sheen on the floor where he had coughed and spat crimson. Every inhale sounded painful. His fangs glinted slightly in the dim light. Physical and emotional pain merged into one unbearable sensation inside him. It showed in the way his fingers trembled against the ground.
Then, with a burst of determination, Ezekiel forced himself upright. His movements were slow but fueled by anger. His gaze fixed on Vextral, his eyes blazing through the haze. Before Vex could prepare himself, Ezekiel lunged forward and grabbed his collar tightly.
