Magic—where’s the damn magic when I need it?
I think desperately, reaching for the red energy that just moments ago flowed through me with Hulk-like strength. But it’s elusive, slipping away when I try to grasp it, leaving me exposed and gasping.The stadium, once alight with the thrill of battle, dims under a cloud of dread. I swipe at my eyes, forcing them to focus as I search for a way out, a solution, anything. But my thoughts splinter, fragmented by the toxin invading my body and the screams piercing the air.
“Help,” someone wheezes nearby, a plea lost amidst the turmoil.
My heart pounds a relentless rhythm, urging me to do something, anything. I push to my feet, my balance faltering as dizziness assaults me.
This isn’t how Delores Diamond Drew goes down—not like this, not ever.
But as my eyes rake over the blurry movements that I assume are my guys trying in vain to stumble over to me, I dig my claws into the grass. Crawling towards the enormous white tiger bounding towards me like something out of a fantasy novel, I gasp for breath until I can hold onto him tightly. Within seconds, we’re joined by my cheetah, the twin orange tiger, and two huge winged shifters that shield us under their joined appendages.
Whatever was in that fucking ball is going to kill us… and I’m the dumbass who caught it for a photo op.