Max ripped his claws free from a soldier’s chest and pushed the body aside with a snarl.The wolf collapsed to the floor, blood already pooling beneath him, dark and steaming in the torchlight. Around him, the resistance hideout had become a battlefield carved straight from hell.Screams echoed through the tunnels, some sharp and defiant, others cut off too quickly.Max turned, searching instinctively then he noticed Eugene had stopped moving.“Eugene!” Max shouted, spinning sharply, his heart slamming into his ribs.Eugene stood frozen in the middle of the chaos, his shoulders squared, his posture rigid. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white, veins standing out starkly against his skin. His breathing was slow, too slow, controlled to the point of danger.His eyes were locked on something across the blood-soaked ground. Max followed his gaze and felt his blood run cold when he saw Desmond.Blackwood soldiers surrounded him in a tight formation, their eyes sh
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