Chapter 44

The Vargulf that was once my so-called uncle threw his head back and roared viciously. Connor showed no signs of fear and exerted dominance from where he stood. Irritated that the wolf before him did not cower, Tim charged forward. I watched as my mate launched himself onto the beast and latch his jaws onto its exposed shoulder.

The black wolf struggled to steady his paws on the beast as it attempted to shake him off. The Vargulf screeched a blood-curdling shrill as his shaking allowed Connor's teeth to rip him open with his weight. Hanging by a slim amount of flesh that had almost ripped completely off, I could hear my mate snarling as he did his best to bring down the monster that was twice his size. Tim slammed a fisted claw into Connor's ribcage resulting in a yelp of pain but he did not release his teeth. Luckily a Vargulf thinks more on the kill than how it will kill which benefitted my mate in his attack.

The deranged werewolf glanced at me and I watched as some