POV: Araya
Lucian moves.
The creature that was once a two-year-old child is gone. What stands in its place is pure instinct. Pure fury. Pure Lycan power given physical form.
Lucian turns toward the nearest cluster of enemy wolves and charges.
He's fast. Impossibly fast for something his size. His massive body crosses the distance in seconds, and when he reaches them, the s*******r begins.
Lucian's claws tear through the first wolf like paper. The enemy doesn't even have time to scream before he's already moving to the next.
Blood sprays across the snow in wide arcs. Bodies fly backward, thrown by the force of Lucian's strikes. Bones c***k. Fur parts. Flesh separates from muscle in ugly, wet tears.
The enemy army breaks.
Wolves who moments ago were fighting with determination now sc
