Chapter 53: Fight Over Her
Lethia had once heard rumours about Lycans who fought in their beast forms and wouldn’t stop until one of them dropped dead. ’They won’t fight like that, right?’
She dragged her hand from her forehead to the back of her head in frustration, pacing left and right, trying to figure out how the hell she was supposed to break them up.
But their clashes were brutal and too damn fast, no way she’d risk becoming a chew toy in the middle of that wild brawl.
She stepped back instinctively as Caelum elbowed Renar, knocking them both down right in front of her.
With the way their faces were already bloodied and bruised, she doubted this fight would end anytime soon.
A part of her wanted to feel bad when blood streamed down Renar’s temple, but their healing systems were faster than most werewolves’, so really, she shouldn’t be that worried about their well-being.
A woman’s laugh rang out, pulling Lethia’s gaze up. Callista stood on the second-floor balcony, clearly enjoying the show, her rich giggles echoing like she was at a bloody opera.
With that sly glint in her eyes and the smug curl of her lips, it was obvious she had zero intention of stepping in to stop the beasts from tearing each other apart.
Lethia scoffed with a low chuckle, never once imagining the civilized citizens of Ashenhold could brawl like some backwoods Alpha strength tournament in the countryside.
She rubbed her stomach, deciding maybe she should just worry about herself at this point.
Should she join Callista upstairs and enjoy the show with snacks in hand? Her stomach growled hungrily, clearly, it thought the idea wasn’t half bad.