AN AMBUSH IS AN AMBUSH

When the footsteps in front of the cell retreated, there was silence. Syke slowly moved his bruised and bloody head sideways to look at Top agent, sprawled against the wall. She was not even moving at all. He could not even tell if she was breathing under all that blood.

“Hey. Did you hear what they just said about Ghost?” He asked in a hoarse whisper. “I think a serious war is brewing.”

Silence met his words, and he slowly blinked at her, trying to find the outline of her face under her matted blonde hair turned brown. He said again, “Hey, I don’t have the strength to keep repeating myself. Are you even alive?”

“I feel dead.” Chloe let out a raspy chuckle that sent more blood out of her mouth. Syke jolted and the sudden movement cost him so much pain.

He hissed in pain and annoyance. “Oh, you fucking look dead, alright. I wish you could fucking see how pathetic you look right now. The best werewolf spy in Ghost’s ranks, all beaten up by a pampered princess. Next, some amateur torture