CHAPTER 17 – Temper Tantrum

　　MORGAN

　　Scared shitless, I hid behind the dying horse. The poor animal grunted in pain while Kian – Hunji, was in the midst of fighting. His swords clashed with theirs and the sound of piercing flesh had me cringing. A dismembered arm dropped by my feet, and I grossly kicked it away from me, gaging at the bloodshed.

　　I dared to steal a look at my wolfman, not being able to tear my eyes from him once I did. With precision and grace, I watched him dance around the soldiers and wolves, easily overpowering them. His long black hair swayed with his movements and every muscle rippled with each action. He looked feral and wild, with fangs poking out as he snarled with each kill. His onyx eyes gleamed with death and the white marks shone against their blackness as his wolf showed.