CRIMSON MOON

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER 15: FURY AND FANGS

(Selene’s POV)

Devereaux moved too fast.

One second, he was in front of Damian. The next—he was on me.

I barely had time to raise my blades before he struck. Hard.

The force of it sent me stumbling back, my boots sliding against the blood-slicked marble. I twisted, barely avoiding the dagger aimed for my ribs.

Too close.

Devereaux grinned, his fangs gleaming. "Come now, Huntress. I expected more from you."

I swung.

He dodged, but my second blade found flesh. A deep gash across his forearm.

His grin faltered.

"Better," I taunted, breathless.

His red eyes burned with murderous amusement.

"You’re still going to die," he murmured, voice almost…fond.

"Not today."

I feinted left—then spun low, sweeping his legs out from under him.

He fell. I followed, driving my dagger toward his throat—

A shock of pain exploded through my body.

I gasped, my breath catching.

He’d caught my wrist. Twisted it.

I felt the bone crack.

Devereaux shoved me back, his weight pinning me against the cold stone floor. His dagger pressed against my throat.

I glared up at him, my free hand tightening around my second blade.

"Go on," he whispered. "Struggle."

I didn’t.

I just waited.

Because I wasn’t alone.

A deep, guttural snarl tore through the air.

Then—Damian.

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(Damian’s POV)

I saw red.

Selene, pinned beneath Devereaux. Blood staining the floor. Her wrist at a sickening angle.

The scent of her pain filled my lungs—

And something inside me snapped.

I shifted mid-stride, the beast inside me fully unleashed.

Fur. Fangs. Claws.

I crashed into Devereaux, sending him flying across the hall.

He hit the ground hard, skidding to a stop against a broken column.

Selene groaned behind me. I turned, my pulse thundering. "Can you stand?"

She let out a shaky breath. "I can fight."

That’s my girl.

Devereaux coughed, laughing as he rose to his feet. Blood dripped from his mouth, his sharp features twisted in fury. "Ah," he mused. "So the beast is awake."

I bared my fangs. "And he’s going to tear you apart."

I lunged.

This wasn’t a fight anymore.

It was a hunt.

And Vincent Devereaux was prey.