Klive Brion POV.
Hunters most likely attacked our men after we had left. And our warriors did everything they could to keep the puppies safe. The hunters did not care if they killed an adult or a pup; they just wanted us all dead. Rhett howled before jumping into the fight. He snapped the neck of the man in front of him without hesitation. He tore another one apart, his big paw smacking the face of a third hunter, who fell to the ground, missing half of his face.
The next two meet their demise shortly after seeing Rhett launch at them.
He cut them in half in both cases. There was no blood on the job. I could feel his hunger as he looked around. He wanted all of them dead. He did not care; mutilated, torn apart, broken. All he could think about was protecting what was ours. Safeguard our
