Chapter 288
Chapter 288
34 – Finn
We were tangled in a chaotic mess of fur and snapping jaws. The foul odor of this rogue was so overwhelming it almost made me gag, but I refused to relent, sinking my teeth into him repeatedly. Although he moved quickly, his attacks were reckless and uncoordinated. His claws swiped wildly but never found their target because he was fueled by anger, not precision. My wolf pulled back, then lunged sideways, spinning around to clamp onto his flank. He tore into the muscle, and we were rewarded with a desperate howl as the rogue hit the ground, attempting to hobble away. My wolf wasn’t about to let that happen. He leapt onto the man’s back, teeth sinking into his throat again and again until the rogue finally collapsed, motionless.
Once my wolf detected the cessation of the pulse in the man’s neck, he released him, dropping the body to the earth. We immediately resumed our hunt for our mate. Around me, the sounds of battle echoed growls, snarls, and the clash of claws. This group wasn’t foolish, but their plan remained unclear. They hadn’t broken through our defenses to penetrate deeper into Dark Moon territory. There were no demands, no threats, and no clear objective I could discern. Yet, despite the confusion, my instincts pulled me steadily toward Greta.
Suddenly, two grey wolves darted out from the shadows toward me. They looked barely past adolescence but carried no hint of hesitation. Instead, they radiated fury, as if driven by a burning vendetta. I kept them in my sight, watching as they circled, trying to intimidate me. Their reckless bravado gave me a moment’s respite from my previous skirmish. “Idiots,” I thought grimly.
I could hear another pair lurking in the brush to my left. Like the first two, they were poorly trained. If this was truly Janelle’s group, what was she thinking? Their lack of discipline was a death sentence for all of us. When Sammy and I were part of her rogue pack, training was rigorous. Not as strict as Dark Moon’s, but enough to keep us coordinated and alive in battle.
The first wolf lunged, claws like razor blades slashing through the air. He missed, but his attack pushed me dangerously close to his partner. She sprang onto my back. Instead of resisting, I let her momentum carry us to the ground, rolling toward her companion. She hadn’t expected the sudden drop, and her paws lost their grip. I completed the roll and swiped at her underbelly with my claws, tearing through exposed flesh. A sharp huff escaped her as the other two wolves rushed to join the fight.
I quickly assessed the situation and pivoted as one wolf leapt into the air and the other darted toward my back flank. The airborne wolf didn’t land on me directly but managed to rake my muzzle with his hind claws. I was lucky to avoid more serious injury to my legs.
Now, all four wolves were on me—a whirlwind of claws, teeth, and thrashing tails. The largest wolf attacked again, this time succeeding in knocking me to the ground. A searing, blinding pain erupted in my side as his teeth sank in. The agony forced my body to buck violently, dislodging him. But before I could recover, the bigger wolf lunged once more. A wave of nausea and dread crashed over me.
Yet, fear didn’t take hold. Something was wrong with Greta. She was terrified— terrified of only one thing. My mind shifted into autopilot as adrenaline surged through me. I had to reach her. These wolves had to be stopped. My consciousness receded to the backseat; my wolf took full control, driven by the same desperate need to protect Greta. Read complete versıon only at.net
We charged at the first two smaller wolves, tearing the throat out of one and hurling his lifeless body into the other. It was a swift, brutal dance of teeth and claws. There was no time to restrain them-only to end this quickly and move on to her. Capturing was irrelevant when her safety was at stake.
The remaining two wolves sensed the sudden shift in my ferocity. The smaller of the two retreated slowly, but there was no escaping death this time. He would never again threaten our pack or any other. My wolf pounced, pinning him to the ground. The wolf turned his head submissively, silently begging for mercy. But we don’t need warriors who crumble at the first sign of defeat. We dispatched him swiftly and turned our attention to the female.
She lay sprawled over the male she had come with, likely his mate. She made no effort to defend herself anymore. I ignored her and fixed my gaze on the biggest wolf, who had been watching my every move with cold calculation.