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Nyx

The teeth clamping down onto my neck send a shockwave of pain scorching through my body.

The last thing I need is for my throat to be torn out by this shifter, leaving me vulnerable to being gutted by his pack alpha as I’m bleeding out.

Twisting around in order to slam my body against the ground, I’m soon pinned by another set of teeth that sinks down deep into my shoulder. My wolf and I howl at the same time, not from the pain but from the frustration of these two having the audacity to think that taking me down would be so easy.

I’ve faced armies of enforcers with only myself to defend the borders of my territory. I’ve had countless battles between other alphas with myself at the helm, tearing through enemies with little care and regard for where they’d come from. I’m knownas the true terror of the South, the alpha with a penchant for bloodshed.

The battlefield is where I thrive, not behind a desk spouting about politics.

Letting out a chuff, I let us all fall to the ground, buckling my own legs in order to drop us. Their teeth don’t let up, only clamping down harder through my pelt and sending more shocks of pain through my body.

In the back of my mind, I hear several voices shouting—all clamoring to get to me but stopped by whoever is in their path. It’s no matter, it’s not as if I need the help anyway.

Using the momentum of us falling, my shoulders rock back at the same time as my body hits the ground. The force of it gives me exactly what I need—the subtle movement of the shifter at my shoulder’s jaw parting just enough from my pelt.

I use it to propel myself toward the alpha, slamming into him and effectively ripping myself free from the other set of teeth. The alpha’s jaw locks, not letting up for a second while his packmate is sent sprawling onto the ground next to me.

Out of the corner of my eyes, another shifter bolts over to the fallen one, practically body slamming herself down onto him. Her teeth sink into the back of his pelt and she rolls them and drags him away from me, her small body a force to be reckoned with.

What the hell?

I don’t have time to analyze my sudden savior before the alpha’s shaking his head in an effort to rip my throat out. With my shoulder free, I’m able to roll onto my side and kick my legs up under his chest. I shove as hard as I can, using the odd angle he’s bent over me at to my advantage.

Unable to fight against the pressure at his chest, his teeth let up and soon he’s sent flying through the air away from me. Blood pours from my wounds, wetting my fur in both spots. The dull ache from their teeth marks is annoying, but I’ve had worse before.

Wren’s voice tickles the back of my mind, but I’m not paying attention to him enough to discern what he’s yelling about. My mind is pinpoint focused on the alpha now scrambling to his feet.

I rush forward and take him down once more, knocking the wind out of him. He claws and snaps his jaw at me uselessly in an effort to try to keep me from rolling him onto his back and exposing his soft belly.

My paw rakes through the soft tissue, gutting him instantly. His pained whine is loud in my ears, only cut off by me clamping down on his neck and twisting until his body goes limp.

Letting him go, I turn quickly back to my little savior, just in time to see Raine shift back. The body at her feet is also not moving, and blood covers her entire front, from mouth to belly. My heart thunders in my chest at the sight of it.

She staggers toward me, her hands outstretched.

Instantly, I’m shifting too, running over to grab her as her legs collapse under her.

“Nyx—” she’s starting to say.

I grab at her, feeling around for her wounds and where to stop the bleeding. There’s so much blood—too much.

“It’s not mine.” She grabs my hand, shaking her head. “I’m okay.”

My legs slowly give out, bringing us down to the ground, my head growing fuzzy from blood loss and the adrenaline leaving my system. No wounds on her. Good. That’s good…

“Holy shit,” she says, slapping a hand to my neck. “Wren!”

Why the hell is she here? How did she know about the border dispute? Or that I was meeting with the Archerons today?

I can’t help but move my hands over her chest, making sure that there really is no wound there that’s gushing blood. All I find is the blood from the other shifter caking her skin, which I smear while checking her over and over again.

My hand rises to her neck, then to the line of blood trailing down from her lips where she apparently ripped the damn jugular out.

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