Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By Lycan Quadruplets
Atlas stepped forward slowly, savoring the fear, before lunging to rip its head clean off.
Kael’s dance was one of death. He slipped through enemy ranks, a blur of motion. His claws carved symbols of agony across flesh, his fangs leaving trails of ruin. He leapt onto the back of a rogue, severing its spine with a clean bite before launching himself forward to tackle another to the ground. He pinned it, snarling, before tearing its stomach open and dragging his claws upward until the beast split apart. He left trails of bodies in his wake, none surviving long enough to land a single blow.