Flow was on the ground on the face of the icy mountain. He could barely move his body from the amount of wounds and broken/fractured bones he had. This plan was supposed to work! Why didn't it work? Flow looked down off the mountain as the burning castle was blocked by a swarm of Scatter wings that were out for blood. "Oh shit." Was all he could mutter in his state. This was about to be a bad time.
Dark Claws: Book 2 made by Trevor R.
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