I can help

Seeing that Freyge was okay and the hycwen would most likely not pose any danger, the wolf jumped up at him baring his claws and his jaw that was wide open.

In one quick swipe, the claws cut through the hycwen’s throat like a scissor would cut through paper. A fountain of blood was sprayed on the white werewolfs’ faces and fur turning the spotlessly white wolf into a splash of red against white.

The wolf changed back in his human form and quickly went back to help Freyge get back on his feet. The archon’s omega had shallow cuts and injuries and nothing to bother much about.

Fryege thanked the young man in front of him profusely, “Had you not arrived at the right time, I would have been dead long ago.”

The young man who looked no older than twenty smiled at him and replied, “But you aren’t. Now, how do we dispose of the body?”

The archon had turned back into her human form as well and was studying him intently. She could have asked him to submi