The Lycan King's Hybrid Mate
A lean, dark furred werewolf bolts from the underbrush, aiming to intercept me before I can reach the convoy.
I pivot mid stride, my claws gouging deep furrows into the forest floor as I spin to face him head on. He lunges with a snarl, aiming for my throat, too predictable.
I duck under his jaws and slam my shoulder into his chest, the impact lifting him off his paws. He hits the ground hard, dazed for half a second, long enough. I’m on him before he can recover.
My claws rake across his muzzle, stunning him, and I seize the opportunity. I rear back and deliver a brutal swipe to his throat, claws slicing clean and deep. He lets out a gurgled whimper before going limp beneath me.
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