She braced for impact, but it never came.
The black wolf moved first. A blur of muscle and fury, he slammed into the rogue midair, fangs sinking deep into its throat. The sound was brutal, a wet c***k, a strangled yelp, and then silence.
The Alpha tore the creature away from her, his body coiled with power, his eyes blazing gold like wildfire. The rogue’s blood stained his fur as he stood over it, chest heaving, the forest vibrating with the weight of his presence.
For a moment, Lilith could only stare. The air smelled of blood and sweat. Her dagger hummed faintly in her grip, but her strength was gone. Her knees hit the ground before she realized she was falling.
The Alpha turned toward her. His eyes weren’t wild. They were worried. Concerned.
He took a step forward. She didn’t move.
