Chapter 54.
However, my focus couldn’t linger on them for long; another rogue wolf tried to take advantage of my brief distraction. A sharp sting pierced through my flank. Roaring in pain and anger, I turned and snapped my jaws shut on the rogue’s leg, shattering the bones instantly. My eyes locked onto its fear- filled ones just for a second before I went for the fatal bite, a visceral reminder that mercy was not a currency in battle.
The fight wore on, each side giving as good as they got. But slowly, the tide was turning in our favor. Our pack’s warriors were trained, disciplined, and fighting on their home ground. Every rogue wolf taken down bolstered our resolve; every fallen
comrade fueled our wrath.
Just when it seemed like the end was in sight, a rogue wolf twice the size of any I had seen before burst through the front lines, snarling, its eyes filled with nothing but malevolent intent. The surrounding fights seemed to pause, a brief moment of collective recognition that a formidable adversary had entered the field.
Summoning the last reserves of my strength, I readied myself for what would be the ultimate test of my abilities. There was no
room for hesitation, no time for doubt. I crouched low, my mus les taut like a coiled spring, and let out a growl that echod the fierceness of my spirit.
Just as I prepared to engage the behemoth rogue, another rogue wolf, considerably smaller but equally vicious, lunged from my blind spot. Before I could fully dodge its attack, it sank its fangs into my hind leg. A searing pain shot through my body, momentarily paralyzing me.
es felt it-the burning agony, the momentary weakness- ere their own. Their roars of fury and concern
perated through the forest. In a synchronized move that owcased their innate unity, Damon, Axel, and Zane turned their backs to the enemies they were fighting and charged through the forest floor like dark avatars of wrath.
They descended upon the rogues attacking me with a ferocity that could only be fueled by love and the fear of loss. Damon’s massive jaws closed around the neck of one rogue, lifting it off the ground before shaking it so violently that its neck snapped. Axel and Zane teamed up to dismember another, each grabbing an end and pulling until a sickening tear of flesh and bone resounded. The message was clear: Touch her, and perish.
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The ripple effect was immediate. Seeing their comrades so ruthlessly vanquished, the remaining rogue wolves faltered, their resolve waning. The atmosphere thickened with a collective realization; the battle was lost for them. With yelps and whimpers, the rogues retreated into the darkness from which they had come, their tails between their legs.
Painfully, I shifted back into my human form. I was aware of my nudity, but that seemed inconsequential given the circumstances. My leg throbbed mercilessly, my vision beginning to blur. Just then, a blanket was thrown over me; I
eed to see to know it was one of my pack members out for their Luna.
My mates, still in their wolf forms, shifted back to their human selves, not caring that they, too, were exposed. Their eyes were a tumultuous sea of emotions: relief, fear, and a burning love that could sear my soul.
“We need to get you to the infirmary, now,” Damon said, lifting me into his arms as Axel and Zane flanked us.
Chuckling weakly, I said,
“Lonks like the pack is getting a free show. Remember, guys, you’r all mine, so no flaunting.”
As blood trickled from the corner of my mouth, their faces tightened, a grim reminder of the gravity of the situation.
“Love, you’re the only audience we ever want, but right now, we need to focus on saving you,” Axel whispered, his voice tinged with desperation.
“We would bare our souls to you, sunflower, not just our bodies,” Zane added, his hand lightly grazing my forehead as if trying to absorb my pain.
And with those words, a sense of warmth washed over me, a temporary balm on my injuries, both physical and emotional. As we raced through the forest towards the infirmary, a part of me. realized that this was it-this was love, raw and unconditional, a force as destructive as it was restorative.
I felt my consciousness starting to fade, but their voices anchored me, a trio of lifelines pulling me back from the abyss.
Even in the bleakest of moments, the intensity of our bond was
a beacon, a testament to a love that could survive battles, blood hed, and the cruel unpredictability of fate.
