Chapter 122 The Beginning Of War

• “Are you okay?“ Ethan darted my way, the wind of his speed blowing through my hair. His hands were coated in splatters of blood so he didn't touch me but I felt his worry with the warmth of his body.
• “You're asking the wrong person, Ethan,” I retracted my claws and the bones of my fingers snapped back in place. It tingled as they did.
• “How did they get in?“ Pieces of conversations from outside reached my ears and I wondered, how did they get in?