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?

wasn't this huge and feral, even the color of her fur had

Astrid I know this is something

the attackers was brutal, swiftly going

the way she moves-swift, relentless, and without pause -

chest. He doesn't recognize her; he doesn't feel the bond that should

feels is the presence of a

back, watching as she finishes off another

she lets out a snarl that

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

growled, hoping she

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

Including me.

I called once again, but she's already on them before they can flee, tearing through them with a savagery that sends a shiver down

and the

the carnage, her fur

scent of death is thick in the air, and my wolf recoils.

share is absent, replaced by the raw,

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

the gaze of a

and I take a cautious step

softly, hoping to reach

eyes. She prowls forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her

a violence that I've never seen before. My wolf's instincts

my body is already aching

lunges, and I barely dodge in time, her

feel the sting of the wound, but I can't think

her growl low and menacing, and I know

different. There's no hint of the mate bond. There's