Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets
Blood soaked his fur, his jaws, his chest, and he reveled in it, every kill fueling the storm inside him.
Kael was the blade among them, weaving through chaos with deadly elegance. He darted past a rogue’s strike, twisting midair to land atop another, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh beneath the jaw. He ripped sideways, tearing the head almost free, and before the corpse even hit the ground, he was gone, moving onto the next. His claws slashed across bellies, spilling entrails to the dirt, his speed unmatched. To fight him was to die before realizing the battle had begun.