THE LYCAN LORD OF CHAOS AND MOONSHADOW

A mix of urgency and dread gripped me within an unyielding hold. Every fibre of my being screamed at me to intervene, to shield her from the imminent danger closing in. Time slowed as my mind momentarily froze, but my body surged forward, propelled by a surge of adrenaline that overpowered any hesitation. With each powerful stride, I closed the distance between us, my growls reverberating through the chaotic battlefield as a warning to the encroaching threat. Only one thought filled my mind I had to protect her at all costs.

In a surge of raw instinct, my body collided with the attacker, the ferocity in my eyes matching the fire that raged within me. My jaws clamped down on flesh with unrelenting force, the taste of their blood igniting a primal fury within me. Its whimpers drowned out by the sound of my guttural growls. From the corner of my eye, I glimpsed Lyra's expression—a mixture of fear and surprise etched across her features.

As the wolf crumbled beneath my relentless assault,