ALLISON.
"Feisty little thing, aren’t you?" he sneered, his voice muffled through his mask.
"B-Bastard!"
"You still got some spunk left on you, little wolf?" he taunted.
His expression was covered by a mask but I could feel that he was mocking me behind that metal face.
Anger surged within me. I spat at him, the saliva splattering on the glossy surface of his mask. His bloodshot eyes behind the slits narrowed in rage.
"What a stubborn brat," he growled, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head back. I winced but refused to cry out. "I’d kill you right here if I could."
The voice sent a shiver down my spine. It was familiar, hauntingly so. But I couldn’t place it. Strange. It felt like I had heard that voice before...
Before I could think on it, a pained shout drew my at
