Chained by Bond
They plunged at him, but Arthur met them with a sharp precision, his fangs closing against the throat of the first, ripping into the flesh and tossing the limp body aside.
“We have to retreat. They are coming in too deep,” One of the hollow moon warriors shouted from behind.
Arthur snarled, baring his teeth at them. He’s not letting them get any closer to her.
The forest shook from behind them, a deep growl silencing the crowd as the ground shook. All of the wolves stopped moving, moving back slowly to form a formation. And out of the woods came a wolf, but it did not look like an ordinary wolf. It had pale eyes and no fur on the head; it was a scarring sight to behold.
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