THE MISJUDGED LUNA
Brody had trapped death in his hammers and he delivered it generously to any man that came for him, swarmed insects or not, he was happy doing this job, his grin biting into half his face as it dripped with blood.
Asher, Kihara noticed, was the opposite of Brody. He fought cleanly, preferring not to spill blood or spray himself with it, yet still his attacks were nothing if not ferocious. His face was twisted into a deadly snarl. A swipe of his paw-like snarl sent limbs flying away, and his Alpha strength oozed off him in ways, making the men hesitant about going near him. But if they would not come for him, he would go to them. In the fury and fast pace of war, he still had the time to occa
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