Ranking Of Wolves: The Victor Of His Heart

out of the still buzzing crowd, when, all of a sudden, an instant

initiative to do so. Like what he had adviced me, I shall stay lowkey to avoid getting the Rankers attenti

hy is

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t towards the source of all the staring; the same Ranker wh

k so. He has his distant eyes on me though, but mine flares with anger throughout,

appoint my brother, I'll have to hold it in until

l loose fr

t to watch my steps and ended collapsing with someone. The person's body was so

reach down and pull me up effortlessly by the collar of my clo

ween. His bloodshot eyes glares at me through the hood o

n the corner walls, blocking my body away from the prying eyes with his stupendous frame. "Why, woul

snap his head. I try to push him off in a not so obvious way as to not g

g once from cornering me. The foul smell of his breath-- a mixt

ly inches away on being tempted to claw

n's shoulder, bringing him along as it flew

came to my senses; they smelt of iron and metal, and claws and spears. Yet this certain Rank

tone as to not make it sound more of a mock. I know one when I hear one, I've lived up hearin

as he sighs in pity. I don't need his fucking pity

feel it, see it even though my head is hanged low. I don't need to ask if I'm hall

kely freeze over before I get to pull myself down the hole of my inse

iticizing eyes. If Aries were here, I would've acted more dignified despite being low against their awful

burns at the back of my eyes; even my tears we

and reached down for mine. I flinch almost

d at it as though it is some sort of unspecified gesture to me. I refu

him. I qui

g myself off the ground. At the same time, the alarm sounde

off anger got covered as well. Unfortunately,

tly to myself, keeping my flaring eyes on the Ranke

fighting gear made espec

to showcase the black tattoo engraved serving as our family's crest. Dark clouds of gray mists rounds my bare left arm,

Walkers are, the th