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Fenrir continued to support Emm through her agonizing transformation, his voice rough and commanding; so she could concentrate. She had to do this fast, but it also could not be rushed. Emm’s primal screams echoed through the night, a symphony of pain and rebirth, that resonated with every member of the pack.

“Don’t pay attention to her screams, you protect the luna!” I roared.

I pulled on my belt and dropped it to the ground. My unbuttoned pants ripped, and I let my lycan form’s muscles bulge as I hunched over. My fur burst out from my skin and covered my entire body. The transformation was swift and powerful. My shoulders rolled back, my posture becoming more upright, and I stood in my full lycan form. I let out a fierce howl, revealing rows of sharp teeth and bright green eyes that glinted in the moonlight.

I felt the gaze of my future pack upon me. I snarled and gazed at all of them before I swished my claws into the air. “Protectyour future pack and Luna, or face me!” I scraped my claws on my chest letting the blood drip down my torso.

As the first wave of enemies emerged from the shadows, I took one last look at my mate. We shared a silent understanding of our roles in this pivotal moment. She would concentrate on shifting, and from the looks of it, Delilah and her pup would be by her side.

I would protect Emm with my life. I wouldn’t stray far from this center. I would lead our pack into battle, fueled by the fierce determination to keep our loved ones safe. For peace, like I have always wanted.

With a primal roar, I let my venom fall from my maw. The pack stood united behind me, a formidable force ready to defend their alpha, their luna and their home.

The clash was imminent, but we were ready. As one cohesive unit, we charged towards the enemy horde, who broke from the trees on the other side of the clearing. Our battle cries reverberating through the night sky that continued to be webbed with lightning. This fight would test our strength, our courage and our loyalty to each other.

The ground trembled beneath our feet as I stood at the forefront. I tried to look for Idris, but of course, the coward was nowhere to be found—yet.

With a determined growl, I signaled to my pack members, readying them for the impending clash. We were outnumbered and outmatched, but our determination was strong enough.

As the first wave of Idris’s followers descended upon us, a primal roar ripped through the air, signaling the beginning of a battle that would determine the fate of our kind.

Fangs bared, claws unsheathed, we met our enemies head-on. The clash of fur and claws filled the clearing with a cacophony of grunts and snarls. Bodies fell on both sides, the scent of blood thick in the air as we fought relentlessly to protect what wasours. I could feel the raw power of my pack members beside me, their loyalty and bravery unwavering in the face of danger.

I locked eyes with a particularly vicious opponent, his snarl matching mine as we circled each other, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. With a swift movement, I lunged forward, sinking my teeth into his shoulder and feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath my jaws. He let out a pained howl before collapsing to the ground, defeated.

I punched my fist into his chest cavity, pulling out his still-beating heart. I lift it up into air and roared violently. The enemy that had surrounded me, attacking me from all sides, retreated. I laughed maniacally and bit into the muscle, letting the crimson drops soak my face and neck.

“Fight me!!!” I roared, spitting out the piece of the heart.

It was a quick death; every single opponent was. As it should be. I was a fucking monster, and with one swipe I could take down one, then another.

Some of my brothers were not as lucky. I pulled witches, warlocks and shifters off my future pack, one by one. We were in defense mode, just trying to save them all.

I snarled through the hordes of souls fighting. Bones was picking up bodies, trying to find heartbeats, trying to save those that couldn’t be saved.

Gunshots were ringing out, Hawke’s snipers were particularly helpful. Especially with the rigorous training Hawke had put them through. Most bullets had been soaked in my venom, and that appeared to be what had been saving us.

I took a quick swipe at one body and noticed how quickly it fell. Human.

Humans were mixed against the men fighting against us. They weren’t all genetically mutated. It was a blessing in itself, of poor planning by Idris. My guess was that he was trying to get here more quickly than he had intended.

When I saw the human laying before me and I cocked my head to the side. If he didn’t have time to change them all before he arrived, then he must know—

Know that I had found my mate and we had intended to create a pack. A pack that would strengthen us and make us harder to defeat.

My vision immediately went to Emm, and that is where I saw Duke Idris come out of the distant wood. He was wearing a long cloak, and something bulky was beneath it. His face was uncovered, and his chin was tilted upward like a cocky bastard. He had two warlocks in front of him, holding their hands up, using ruins of gold papers to cast their spells.

Bram stood between the women and Idris. His magic emanated a faint shimmer, forming a forcefield that enveloped him, Tajah, Emm, Delilah and her child. The air crackled with a subtle energy as they all remained in his protected space.

Bram’s shield wasn’t gonna hold.

Shit, shit, shit.

Idris knew about Emm and was going to try kill her.

I roared to Hawke, pointing toward Idris. Hawke yelled to his men, and to the new target, as they took aim and fired, but, the bullets bounced off his own invisible forcefield.

Idris’s determined strides brought him nearer to Emm, intensifying the surge of fury coursing through my veins. I sprinted with a vengeance, viciously tearing into our adversaries, the sound of my claws ripping through the air.

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