The black rogue’s neck was torn from his body, blood gushing out and spreading across the earth.
Isabella’s eyes widened, a glimmer of recognition lighting them up—she knew that black wolf. It was Killian. He had come for her.
A rush of emotion hit her—shock, disbelief, and an ache that tightened her chest. But before she could process it, two other wolves lunged at him from both sides.
Killian’s wolf moved with ruthless precision. He lifted his foreleg and slashed the gray wolf across the chest, then caught the brown one in his jaws. With a powerful jerk, he hurled the gray wolf into the air; the sickening crack of bones on impact confirmed his death.
Without hesitation, Killian snapped the brown wolf’s neck between his teeth, ending the fight with one final, guttural growl. Then, he
