The forest *erupts* in chaos.
The ex-fiancé’s *army*—*fifty* wolves, *armed* with silver and steel—*charges* toward us, their dark eyes *wild*, their voices a *deafening* roar. The scent of *blood* and *rage* and *fear* is thick in the air, *cloying*, *intoxicating*.
The pack *stands* with me, their dark eyes *burning*, their voices a low, hungry *growl*. The bond *pulses* between us, bright and *unstoppable*, like a *living* heartbeat.
Knox is at my side, his dark eyes *black* with rage, his voice a growl. *"Stay *close*, omega. And *fight* like *hell*."*
I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I *always* do."*
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The first wave *hits*.
Knox *tears* into the enemy, his dark eyes *black* with rage, his claws *ripping* through flesh like *paper*. The sound of *bone* snapping and *blood
