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?

feral, even the color of her

know this is something else, something feral and

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

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

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

feels is the presence of a

back, watching as she finishes off another

aside, and she

wolves that remain hesitate, sensing the danger, but it's

hoping

to fight back. Everyone

Including me.

before they can flee, tearing through

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

carnage, her fur

of death is thick in the

bond we share is absent, replaced by the raw, overpowering energy of a predator

surveys the battlefield, her eyes-cold and glowing-lock onto mine. I

the

I take a

I growl softly, hoping to reach her. "It's

in her eyes. She prowls forward, her movements

wolf's instincts scream at me, and I brace myself, readying for

she's faster, stronger, and my

in time, her

the wound, but I can't think

menacing, and I know she's preparing for another

this is different.