Chapter 35 The Power Of Werewolf Awakening

　　Caitlyn's POV

　　With a dull thud, Talon instinctively covered his chest, pulling me behind a stone pillar.

　　It was only then that I noticed a sharp knife embedded in his chest, a desperate attempt to shield me. Scarlet blood trickled slowly from the wound, while Talon's concerned gaze remained fixed on me, checking if the recent attack had harmed me.

　　"Talon..." I gazed at him with a pang of sorrow, slowly extending my hands.

　　"Caitlyn, I'm alright. Now's not the time to heal," Talon waved his hand at me, forcing a small smile, trying to appear composed, although the beads of sweat on his forehead betrayed his pain. He propped himself against the wall with one hand, breathing heavily.

　　That was when I realized he bore fresh scars on his body. In that moment, a sudden, thunderous crash echoed from below, and a cloud of dust quickly enveloped the entire church.

　　My heart sank, indicating that the defenses downstairs had crumbled, and the church doors had been breached.