Dragging my broken, trembling body across the cold, blood-stained marble was an agony that defied human comprehension. Every inch of movement felt as though shards of broken silver were tearing through my muscles, but I refused to stop.
I crawled through the carnage, slipping over the spilled wine and the fallen bodies of our invincible Alphas who lay scattered like hollow corpses. When I finally collapsed onto Varg's massive chest, resting my cheek right over his frantic, suffocating heartbeat, a wave of profound sorrow washed over me.
His soul was splintering. I could feel the dynamic, shattering cracks within his immortal spirit, a deeper agony than any physical toxin could ever inflict.
