Finn was down for about five minutes before his wound healed. He had watched as Hope had rushed off and Cyrus followed. He knew now that Cyrus would guard her with his life but he still feared for her. She was carrying his child and she was unaware. He could smell her blood in the air, mixed with her scent and the scent of c*****e. He could still pick out her scent. His abdomen knitted together and he was getting up from the ground when he saw another man charge at him, knife drawn.
A large wolf jumped over him and tore the man's arm to pieces, ripping his neck out with a fierce growl.
'Thanks, Marl,' Finn panted as he rose again. He was back, healed, and ready to fight his way out of this mess. He jumped and transformed mid-air into his wolf, ripping men to shreds in front of him. He to
