Fake Bond of the Lycan Lords
A fountain of dark red blood gushed over his lip.
"Don't hold back, I said," I growled, my vision tinting crimson.
Deep inside my mind, my lycan woke up, letting out a wild, booming laugh that rattled my ribs. She was enjoying this.
Leonardo wiped the blood from his mouth and came at me with full force. We locked up, chest to chest, exchanging a rapid-fire barrage of brutal short-range blows. I took a hit to the ribs, gave one back to his jaw, and finally grabbed his elbow, using his own forward momentum to flip him over my hip.
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