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

Astrid I know this is something else, something feral and

brutal, swiftly going for a kill. This

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

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

feels is the presence of

as she finishes off another attacker, her

tosses him aside, and she lets out a snarl that

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

I growled, hoping she would

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

Including me.

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

fall, and the sand

stands among the carnage, her fur matted, her chest

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

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

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

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

and I take a cautious

I growl softly, hoping to reach

prowls

violence that I've never seen before. My wolf's instincts scream at me, and I brace myself, readying for the

know she's faster, stronger, and my

lunges, and I barely dodge in time, her

wound, but I can't think about

growl low and menacing, and I know she's preparing

fought alongside her countless times, but this... this is different. There's no hint of the mate bond. There's only the