Third person povOliver slammed Reed against the muddy forest floor, the air thick with the scent of pine and blood. His knuckles connected with Reed’s jaw with brutal force. Crack. Reed groaned, his eyes fluttering, but Oliver didn't let up. Another punch landed, splitting Reed's lip. A red trail of blood traced its way down his chin."You shouldn't have messed with my pack, people I love," Oliver growled, each word punctuated by a blow. He was a whirlwind of fury, fueled by anguish and the primal protectiveness that ran deep in his werewolf blood. He had to keep Reed from chanting, from weaving the dark magic that threatened to consume them all.Lucas lay nearby, bruised and battered, struggling to sit up. Seeing Oliver's relentless assault on Reed brought a surge of relief. "Oliver!" he gasped, his voice raspy and weak. He managed a shaky thumbs-up, then coughed, a fleck of blood staining his teeth.Chloe stood a few feet away, her expression unreadable. But Oliver, even in his rag
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