Kiera's P.O.V.
Damian growled low, his stance unyielding. I steadied myself beside him, ready for the inevitable.
And then, without warning, the first one lunged.
The creature moved like a shadow come to life, faster than I anticipated. Its form shifted mid-air, elongating into something grotesque—a hybrid of wolf and nightmare, all jagged claws and sinewy muscle. Damian met it head-on, his massive form colliding with it in a c***k of snarls and snapping jaws.
I barely had time to process the chaos before another one darted from the line, aiming straight for me. Instinct took over, and I leapt to the side, my claws digging into the dirt as I twisted mid-air to face it. It lunged again, but this time I was ready. I met it with my teeth, clamping down on its shoulder. The taste of someth
