Chapter 89 Agreement Of Alpha

Yes, Neah.. He was staring at my hand. Blood seepedd down the front of his shirt,, and he letout strange,, hollow rasps. He glanced down very slowly, as if time had paused to give him time to comprehend what had transpired. He croaked, his body swayed, and his hands shook as he clutched his chest. I pushed him off the roof without thinking. I stood motionless until I heard the loud snap of his body hitting the floor. I brought my knees to my chest and sat down, allowing my hair to ruffle in the chilly night air. Someone had just been killed by me. My hand had partially moved as I turned it over to examine it. Dried traces of blood still persisted. I feel nothing when I run my thumb over the tips of my fingers—no pain, no jagged edges beneath my skin. The claws had vanished as fast as they had appeared. 'I'm sorry about it, but that prick needed dealing with.' The voice rumbles in my head, unbothered by what has transpired. I was the only person on the roof. And that was definitely not Alpha Dane talking to me. "You're right; I'm not a man at all." Her voice seems amused to me. "Who are you, exactly?" I'm your Lycan, Nyx. And it appears that we came upon one another at the ideal moment.