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?

and feral, even

I know this is something

the way she fought the attackers was brutal, swiftly going for a kill. This isn't

monstrous, and the way she moves-swift, relentless,

rumbling in my chest. He doesn't recognize

feels is the presence of a

off another attacker, her

aside, and she lets out a snarl that vibrates

hesitate, sensing the danger,

hoping she

is gone, no one's going to fight back. Everyone

Including me.

on them before they can flee, tearing through them with a savagery

fall, and the

stands among the carnage, her fur matted, her chest heaving

of death is thick in the air, and my wolf

by the raw, overpowering energy of a predator I don't

her eyes-cold

isn't that of my mate; it's the gaze of a hunter

stiffens, and I take a

growl softly, hoping to reach

no recognition in her eyes. She prowls forward,

never seen before. My wolf's instincts scream at me, and I brace

and my body is already

in time, her claws grazing

think about the pain. I can only focus on

and menacing, and I know she's preparing for another

is different.

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