NARRATOR

She saw her trusted man being dragged by a huge white she-wolf who shook him like a rag doll, fighting fiercely.

Another warrior jumped in to help, and the Alpha was planning to corner her,

but a black-and-white shadow rushed in from his right side.

He jumped back, saving his neck by barely an inch.

He shifted to face Drakkar’s massive, untamed wolf.

Even without his “war” form, he was still a beast to be feared.

The Alpha’s wolf got tangled in a fight that didn’t last long.

Khalum carried that dark and violent energy, he needed to let out the rage.

He crushed the Alpha in his jaws, ripped open his throat and watched him bleed out onto the grass.

Then he rushed to help his female, who, by the way, was already finishing off the last warrior.

Amidst the corpses and crimson liquid dripping from their fangs, Aztoria and Khalum rubbed against each other and circled.

They touched like it was a passionate, bloody scene.

When the pack members saw them emerge from the underbrush, they