Third person
Whatever Kyrell was feeling at this point was something he had never felt before. Something he never thought he could feel.
Fear.
To think that a creature so insignificant could draw out such emotion from him was nerve-wracking.
However, Kyrell couldn't wait around to hate her. He lunged after her. The sound of bones cracking and guttural snarls filled the air as Xerus clawed out of him and let out a deafening howl before jumping after his mate.
'Stay put. Inform my beta of the situation,' he mind-linked the guards before they could transform and follow after him.
Xerus saw his mate falling like a potato sack, her red hair covering her face. She didn't struggle, but he smelled her fear. He felt it.
Nyx was waiting to crash into a rock, hoping for a quick death. Instead
