CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The hands of life and death

The man’s body stilled when she withdrew the knife and he stumbled to turn around, not quite registering what happened, but before he could lay eyes on her, Maximus’ figure pounced on him, pinning him under a heavy paw. 

Thick black blood poured from his other shoulder, but even in wolf form, he seemed unaffected. Maximus was paralyzed as he watched Star peel off her hood and raise the sword he gifted her. 

“This is for my family and for every werewolf you’ve laid your filthy hands on. Today you’ll die by the very sword you laid in my hands.” His eyes were wide, not with fear, but with realization. His death was inevitable. 

Star gripped the sword abo