KYLE POV
***Trigger warning :
This chapter contains graphic violence, gore, mutilation, intense battle scenes, and traumatic themes, including the depiction of war.***
The first thing I remember is the heat.
Not from fire—but from rage. From blood. From fury burning through my bones like lava as I ripped a wolf off Kendrick’s back and slammed it into the dirt hard enough to break the ground.
It didn’t even have time to whimper.
“Thanks,” Kendrick grunted beside me, already lunging at the next one, his claws out, his teeth bared. “That one was getting annoying.”
“Eyes up!” I barked, grabbing him by the scruff and yanking him backward just as another came flying in from the side.
He hit the dirt. I took the hit instead, but my wolf—Echo—was already halfway in control. The shift tore
