Mara
I lunged for the wolf’s neck, jaws wide.
He dodged, but not fast enough. My weight slammed into him, knocking the wind from his lungs. Before he could recover, I spun and sank my teeth into his throat, ripping out a chunk of flesh. He dropped with a strangled yelp.
I didn’t stop.
I was done holding back. I was on a killing spree, rage in motion. My claws tore, my teeth shredded. I wasn’t just fighting, I was cleansing. Every enemy that fell was one less threat to my child. To my home.
Then Vander joined me.
We moved together with instinctive precision, shoulder to flank, kill for kill. His wolf was massive and fast, and we fought like we’d trained side by side for years. He trusted me. Knew I could handle it. That trust made me stronger.
They should’ve never attacked us. Lucian
