Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 314: Bloodthirsty Creature Killian's

POV

I tear into another attacker, my jaws snapping as I toss him aside. But they keep coming, one after the other, their numbers overwhelming.

I'm outnumbered, and every move feels heavier, slower. My fur is matted with blood-some mine, some theirs-but it's not enough.

Two wolves slam into my side, knocking me off my feet and pinning me down.

I growl, thrashing as I try to push them off, but their combined weight keeps me grounded.

I catch sight of one of them his teeth bared-lunging for my throat. I twist, trying to shake him off, but they have me pinned, and I know I'm losing this fight.

My wolf surges with frustration and fury. We're much powerful compared to them, but we're running out of strength, and I can feel the odds tipping against us.

Just as one of them goes for the kill, a massive silver blur crashes into him, ripping him away from me.

The ground shakes beneath the force of the impact, and I scramble to my feet, snapping at the remaining wolves.

Astrid's wolf is a whirlwind of ferocity, a massive beast twice her usual size, her silver fur shimmering under the moonlight.

She's moving with a savage, brutal grace, tearing through our enemies with an intensity that leaves me stunned.

She pounces on one of the attackers, her jaws snapping down on his neck and shaking until I hear the crack of bones.

She throws him aside like he's nothing and turns on the next without hesitation. Her claws rip through fur and flesh, leaving trails of red across the sand.

I watch, caught between relief and horror.

Who is this wolf?

seen Astrid's wolf before and it wasn't this huge and feral, even the

the Astrid I know this is

brutal, swiftly going for a kill.

and the way she moves-swift, relentless, and without pause - it's like watching

a growl rumbling in my chest. He doesn't recognize her; he doesn't

of

step back, watching as she finishes off another attacker, her

tosses him aside, and she

sensing

I growled, hoping

to fight back. Everyone is terrified of

Including me.

can flee, tearing through them with a savagery that sends

by one, they fall, and the sand beneath her is stained

fur matted, her

scent of death is thick in the air,

absent, replaced by the raw, overpowering energy

her eyes-cold and glowing-lock onto mine. I

it's the gaze of a hunter sizing

stiffens, and I take a cautious

growl softly, hoping to reach her.

there's no recognition in her eyes. She prowls forward, her movements slow

there a violence that I've never seen before. My wolf's instincts scream at me,

stronger, and my

barely dodge in time, her

wound, but I can't think about the

her growl low and menacing, and

different. There's no hint