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?

and feral, even the color of her fur had changed from brown

this is something else, something feral and

was brutal, swiftly going for a kill. This isn't Astrid's

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

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

he feels is the presence of a beast-a predator that's far

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

him aside, and she lets

remain hesitate, sensing the danger, but

hoping

one's going to fight back.

Including me.

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

the sand beneath her is

carnage, her fur matted, her

is thick in the air, and my wolf recoils. This isn't

replaced by the raw, overpowering energy of a

eyes-cold and glowing-lock onto mine.

of my mate; it's the gaze of a hunter sizing

take a cautious step back, my

softly, hoping to reach her.

prowls forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her

My wolf's instincts scream at me, and

my body is already aching from

lunges, and I barely dodge in time, her claws grazing my

wound, but I can't think about the pain. I can

circles me, her growl low and menacing, and I know she's preparing for

is different. There's no hint of