Erlin burst into the room, followed closely by his companions. "President Sillion!" He snarled.
The President whirled around, teeth bared in an ugly snarl. "What do you want?"
Erlin plopped down, resting his tail flat on the ground. "I could just sit here, letting myself either and die, or we could all live happily ever after. Okay? Okay. Pick now."
The wolf did not reply. His growl grew deeper in his throat.
"Pick." Erlin repeated, having none of the President's attitude. "Pick, or I'll pick for you."
The President, or Animus, whatever you'd like to call it, stifled another growl. "Fine."
His gaze flashed at Erlin. At that same moment, Erlin's voice and body began to seize up. He heard his name, or was it an illusion? He couldn't tell.
He did something to me. He thought. Then the ground rushed up to meet him and he saw no more.
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Wolves of Sisterhood (Storm Prophecy Special Edition) #Wattys2018
FanfictionThe Shalka Doctor is now companionless, his strange visions of war almost gone. Life couldn't get any worse. Except it does. He runs into his Twelfth and Thirteenth Lives, as they've all been taken out of their Timestreams by the Time Lords, and to...
