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With every charge lunged at him he fought back, snapping his jaws, and trying to keep taking chunks from him. Silently I charged towards him with everything I had and leapt onto his back. I had the scruff of his neck in my jaws and soon found a wound made by Rocco. I used my jaws to open it wider, ripping huge shreds of muscle away. Blood rushed up at me, hot and sticky on my face. I fell off his black furred back onto the floor and watched as Rocco leapt up and took over. Pinning Wicknace to the floor he didn’t spare a second before taking his throat.

But instead of relenting, he only pulled me closer. "Stop fighting," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. But as much as I feared him, I couldn't bring myself to submit. Not when it would mean my last breath. Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I fought against his hold, desperation fuelling my actions. In a sudden burst of strength, I managed to bring my knee up to his crotch with a sharp, precise movement. His grip on me faltered, and I took advantage of his shock to wrench myself free.

I didn’t say it often, but they knew how much they meant to me. Zach was quieter than usual. I mind-linked him. "Are you okay?" "I’m fine," he replied. "Just restless." "You can stay behind if you need to." "No way," he said firmly. "I’m coming." I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. ---The fight was brutal but mostly one-sided. We took the rogues by surprise. "Kill anyone who resists." The battlefield was a chaos of snarling wolves, clashing claws, the scent of blood thick in the air. I fought with precision and efficient movements. Every strike was calculated, every kill quick. Lord don't you just love my life.

“This is my fight.” The fact that she was stubborn made me annoyed. I snarled. I could feel my rage boiling over. “Your fight? You think this is about you? You’re the reason I fell! You” My voice cracked. “You should have been mine. With me, you would have ruled. Instead, you betrayed me. You chose them.” I lunged. My body bent unnaturally, faster than before. My claws left trails of black flame. She met me head-on. Her aura burst outward in a red and gold shield.. Light and shadow collided. The ground shattered under us.

“You touched what’s mine.” His smile slipped. For just a flicker of a second, he saw it—saw that I wasn’t bluffing, saw that I wasn’t fragile glass ready to shatter. I lunged. The fight erupted like lightning splitting the sky. My fist collided with his jaw, snapping his head sideways. He stumbled back a step, surprised, and that gave me my opening. I slammed my knee into his ribs and heard the satisfying crack of bone. But Viktor was no ordinary opponent. He roared, the sound guttural and animalistic, and swung at me with a force that sent me crashing against the wall. Pain exploded down my spine, but I pushed through it, spitting blood from my mouth as I shoved myself upright.

They watched the chaotic scene unfold, their bodies trembling with terror. A fierce struggle ensued, a battle between good and evil. Florence, fueled by adrenaline and desperation, fought with a ferocity she never knew she possessed. She dodged his attacks, countered his blows with her claws and just clawed his skin wherever she could, her every move calculated and precise despite being hit.

Amanda Grayson inherited all of her adoptive father’s millions once he disappeared in his private plane while flying over the Atlantic Ocean. Since then, she has devoted herself to business and expanding her father’s fortune. However, Andrés Grayson's legitimate son arrives to claim what rightfully belongs to him. Amanda won't allow an arrogant man to take away what she has worked hard for over the years, leading to an intense rivalry between them, to the point where the authorities have to intervene and make a deal: both must live together and work equally in Mr. Andrés's businesses, and whoever performs better will take it all. Amanda won't let herself be defeated, even if her enemy is an

“We’re here to help.” But before I could respond. A strong hand grabbed my wrist. I stiffened, before turning. Leviathan stood there. He had followed me. His eyes were glowing red, burning with something between fury and twisted excitement. “You want to challenge me?” he growled quietly, backing me against the kitchen counter. “Good. Tonight, I’ll show everyone exactly who owns you.” I froze, taken aback by his words. “Let go of me,” I breathed, my voice cracking, but not with fear this time. I was done letting him control me.

His eyes flare with surprise, but he recovers quickly, launching himself at me again with renewed aggression. We clash in a whirlwind of strikes and counters, each blow reverberating through the ground beneath us. The crowd fades into the background as we get lost in the fight. He’s relentless; each move is calculated to wear me down and force me into a mistake. But I’ve been trained by the best warrior—my grandfather—and honed into a weapon designed to withstand the worst. This fight isn’t just physical; it’s a test of will and restraint.

Because they just chose death over disagreement. Fire ignites in my chest. My wolf surges forward. We can't use our fire. I partially shift. Claws rip from my fingertips. I huess I'll have to fight like this. Heat floods my veins. A wolf lunges at me— I throw my hand forward instinctively. Flame explodes outward. It slams into the attacker mid-air, sending him crashing sideways with a snarl of pain. I stagger slightly. My wolf howls in approval. Again.