CHAPTER 71 LOSING HER

Drakon's eyes blazed with fury as he tore through the group of men, his muscles rippling beneath his skin and his breath whooshing out of him with exertion. But none of these things mattered, not while Shirley's piercing screams still echoed in his mind. He felt something sharp tear at his skin, and the burning pain, mixed with the warmness of his blood as it dripped down his hand, further fueled his rage. "Shirley!!" He bellowed; his voice lost in the chaos. "Shirley!" he screamed again, hoping she would hear him and know he was coming for her and that nothing would stop him, not even a whole army. He let out a low, menacing growl as he tore out an attacker's arm and used the decapitated limb as a weapon on two others before tossing what was left aside. Blood sprayed everywhere, a gruesome spray that tainted the vibrant green of forest grounds, a deep crimson. His senses were overwhelmed by the destruction and the heavy smell of gore, his heart pounding in his chest like a hammer