One Night,One Claim
Behind him the pack formed a silent crescent Thorne, Seline, Jaren, dozens more half shifted, claws extended, fangs gleaming under moonlight.
Ronan lurched forward, one palm pressed uselessly to the ruin of his sternum. “You’re too late,” Kai said, voice low and final. “Your war ends here.”Ronan’s laugh was wet, shattered glass. “Not yet.”He lunged faster than a dying man should move.They collided with bone jarring force. Kai’s claws raked down Ronan’s side, opening long, weeping gashes through leather and flesh Ronan’s silver laced blade flashed, carving a searing line across Kai’s shoulder blood sprayed hot and dark across snow.
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