Bonny gritted his teeth, refusing to let go of the emotions boiling in his chest. His fists were clenched so tightly, his knuckles turned white.
His brother lay unconscious on the forest floor, and while a part of him was relieved Sonny was still breathing… another part of him burned with rage.
'No… I won't let this go,' he thought, his eyes glaring holes into Trent's unmoving figure. 'I'll make him pay. For Sonny… and for myself. I'll claim those points for our team!'
He took in a shaky breath, but no matter how hard he tried to maintain his composure, there was something clawing at the back of his mind.
Fear.
A creeping, bone-deep fear.
'What is he…?' Bonny's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously.
The way Trent was hovering in the air with that eerie silence, white eyes blank, tentacles writhing about like hungry serpents—it didn't feel human.
