The Assassin and Her Alpha Mates
The warriors, spotting my approach, hastily reformed their circle.
But Aaron, furious over his loss, wasn’t done. Before anyone could react, his hand shifted into claws, and he lunged at Summers’ exposed back, clearly aiming to slash him.
Instinct took over. I sprinted forward, shoving Summers aside just in time to intercept Aaron’s strike. Twisting, I caught his wrist, redirecting the claw’s path as I drove a punch into his gut. When he doubled over, I struck his temple, knocking him out cold.
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