Jax’s POV
The darkness of the night was torn to shreds by the clash of metal and the sickening sound of tearing flesh. The spacious, muddy courtyard in front of the clubhouse had turned into a literal slaughterhouse.
They outnumbered us. Far more of them had come than we anticipated.
The moment our front line collided with them, I realized instantly that Freya had not been exaggerating. These were no ordinary street bloodsuckers, they were the clan's elite execution squad. They wore fitted black leather gear, and their movements were so unnaturally fast and unpredictable, it was as if they stepped right out of the shadows themselves. Long chains forged from titanium and silver spun in their hands, and even the slightest scratch from their blades caused a searing, paralyzing pain for my
