His head snapped to the side—and there, slithering out from the shadows like death incarnate, came a creature that should not exist.
A grotesque abomination.
Its flesh sagged in melting clumps, eyes white and hollow, tongue dragging along the dirt like a soiled rag. The thing groaned low and gurgling, and its malformed limbs twitched toward Hyerin.
Seeing it aiming for his woman, Sol's restless body moved before thinking.
You want to harm her? Not on his watch!
With one brutal jerk, he yanked Hyerin behind him—so fast and hard she nearly dislocated her shoulder again.
"Aww, hey!" Hyerin yelped.
Oh please!
She might not die from those beast but she will definitely break her bones by their casual flicks! Just why are all men in this world so rough and careless?
Hyerin lamented but he didn't hear her.
Sol's claws gleamed.
With a guttural roar, he surged forward, tore into the monster with both hands, and ripped it in half. Rotten sinew shredded like wet paper.
