Reclaiming My Broken Luna by Selene Souchon

Chapter 314: Bloodthirsty Creature Killian's POV I tear into another attacker, my jaws snapping as I toss him aside. But they keep coming, one after the other, their numbers overwhelming.

I'm outnumbered, and every move feels heavier, slower. My fur is matted with blood-smine, stheirs-but it's not enough.

Two wolves slam into my side, knockingoff my feet and pinningdown.

I growl, thrashing as I try to push them off, but their combined weight keepsgrounded.

I catch sight of one of them his teeth bared-lunging for my throat. I twist, trying to shake him off, but they havepinned, and I know I'm losing this fight.

My wolf surges with frustration and fury. We're much powerful compared to them, but we're running out of strength, and I can feel the odds tipping against us.

Just as one of them goes for the kill, a massive silver blur crashes into him, ripping him away from me.

The ground shakes beneath the force of the impact, and I scramble to my feet, snapping at the remaining wolves.

Astrid's wolf is a whirlwind of ferocity, a massive beast twice her usual size, her silver fur shimmering under the moonlight.

She's moving with a savage, brutal grace, tearing through our enemies with an intensity that leavesstunned. She pounces on one of the attackers, her jaws snapping down on his neck and shaking until I hear the crack of bones.

She throws him aside like he's nothing and turns on the next without hesitation. Her claws rip through fur and flesh, leaving trails of red across the sand.

I watch, caught between relief and horror.

Who is this wolf? I've seen Astrid's wolf before and it wasn't this huge and feral, even the color of her fur had changed from brown to silver.

This isn't the Astrid I know this is something else, something feral and terrifying.

Even the way she fought the attackers was brutal, swiftly going for a kill. This isn't Astrid's usual style of fighting. Her size alone is monstrous, and the way she moves-swift, relentless, and without pause - it's like watching a force of nature.

My wolf stirs uneasily, a growl rumbling in my chest. He doesn't recognize her; he doesn't feel the bond that should connect us.

All he feels is the presence of a beast-a predator that's far too powerful.

I take a step back, watching as she finishes off another attacker, her jaws clamping down with brutal efficiency. Blood sprays as she tosses him aside, and she lets out a snarl that vibrates through the air.

The wolves that remain hesitate, sensing the danger, but it's too late.

"Astrid!" I growled, hoping she would relax.

The danger is gone, no one's going to fight back. Everyone is terrified of her.

Including me.

"Astrid!" I called once again, but she's already on them before they can flee, tearing through them with a savagery that sends a shiver down my spine.

One by one, they fall, and the sand beneath her is stained with blood.

She stands among the carnage, her fur matted, her chest heaving with heavy breaths.

The scent of death is thick in the air, and my wolf recoils. This isn't Astrid.

The bond we share is absent, replaced by the raw, overpowering energy of a predator I don't recognize.

As she surveys the battlefield, her eyes-cold and glowing-lock onto mine. I freeze.

Her gaze isn't that of my mate; it's the gaze of a hunter sizing up its next target.

My wolf stiffens, and I take a cautious step back, my ears flattening.

"Astrid..." I growl softly, hoping to reach her. "It's me. It's Killian." But there's no recognition in her eyes. She prowls forward, her movements slow and deliberate, her teeth bared. There's a hunger there a violence that I've never seen before. My wolf's instincts scream at me, and I brace myself, readying for the attack.

I know she's faster, stronger, and my body is already aching from the fight.

She lunges, and I barely dodge in time, her claws grazing my shoulder.

I feel the sting of the wound, but I can't think about the pain. I can only focus on staying alive.

She circles me, her growl low and menacing, and I know she's preparing for another strike.

I've fought alongside her countless times, but this... this is different. There's no hint of the mate bond. There's only the beast.

I try again, hoping to reach whatever

part of her is still in there. "Astrid, please, I bark, desperation seeping into my voice. "It's me. It's Killian. Don't do this." But she doesn't slow. She springs atagain, this ther claws tearing into my side.

I yelp, the pain sharp and blinding, but I fight back, snapping my jaws to keep her at bay.

We clash, but I'm no match for her.

Her strength is overwhelming Dand every strike ske delivers feels like it could be the last. She pinsto the sand, her jaws poised above my throat, ready to end my life.

Just as I brace myself, her weight bearing down on me, a small voice pierces through the air.

"Daddy!"

Her body jerks, her eyes flickering, and she hesitates. I watch, m breathless, as she pulls back, her N.O gaze shifting fromto the small figure standing just a few paces away.. Ryker.

"Daddy," he says again, his voice soft and fearful as he stared at us fighting in wolf forms.

Astrid's wolf freezes, her muscles tensing, but the rage in her eyes slowly fades.

Ryker's voice, that small, innocent call, seems to cut through the haze of bloodlust.

Her claws release their grip on me, and she takes a step back, her ears twitching as she processes his voice.

She turns fully toward him, and I let out a breath of relief. If it weren't for him, I know I wouldn't have made it.