-LYKOAN’S POV-
Resentment boiled low in my chest.
"If she dies, so will you,” I roared, eyes locked on Nia as I jumped over Boaz’s dead wolf.
“Go to hell. Don’t come any closer or my claws will rip her throat.” Zebeon negotiated with panic in his tone, positioning a hand at Nia’s neck and trying to hide behind a tree trunk. “My sister for her.”
Already my muscles burn and I bleed from numerous small hits. Blood also flowed freely from the deep wound on my shoulder, coating my back and draining my energy. Yet, all these were minor matters. Only Nia’s safety was critical, so much so, that the impulse to save her was staggering.
Turning slightly, I glared down at the only chestnut-haired Alpha-female who was lying on the ground petrified, but was looking back at Zebeon. A primordial gr
