Page 49 of Shadowlands Sector 2

The bloody image should terrify me, but I’ve never felt so protected in my life. To see him go to such extremes toward anyone who hurt me makes my stomach flutter.

He’s transforming, and within moments he stands before me as a man, his body cut and bleeding. But I rush into his arms, regardless.

Around my Alphas, I feel at home. I can’t even make sense of that thought, but it’s the truth.

I finally pull away as Lucien joins us, naked and battered, but smirking. “Well, that was fun.” He laughs and wipes at the bleeding cut on his lip.

A shadow of a wolf darts amid the trees in the distance, chased by another. A strangled cry of pain floods the woods.

“What’s going on? Is Bardhyl all right?”

As if answering my call, he races across the woods directly past us, his white fur matted and stained with blood. He’s bigger than I remember him, teeth bared, and there isn’t a hint of humanity in his eyes. He vanishes into the shadows, and another scream rings in the air.

“Bardhyl lost himself to the fight, so we’re letting him clean up the rest so his Berserker can get it out of his system.”

I blink in the direction he vanished, and I won’t deny that seeing him that way scares me. He’s taking down the rest of the pack on his own? “How often does he get like this?”

“When he’s so angry, he can’t hold back,” Lucien answers.

“What do we do?” I ask. “And what about Evan?”

“Evan will never hurt anyone again, babe. Now we sit and wait for Bardhyl to finish off the pack. Then we try to calm him down.”

That part sounds terrifying. I don’t know how much time passes before Bardhyl reappears, still in his wolf form. He’s breathing heavily, blood splashed over his long, pointy nose. His chest heaves in and out, his lips peeling back, his ears flat to his head.

A shiver races up my spine and buckles my knees. He’s staring straight at me, and behind those eyes, there’s no sign of Bardhyl. “Umm, guys, what is he doing?”

Then he lunges at us.

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