Chapter 112 Hungry for War (Bonus)
"Midnight!" I yelled for him to watch out. I couldn’t move because I was already surrounded by the rogues.
Ezreal loomed over Midnight, who was already bleeding from the wounds that had been inflicted on him. One of his hind legs was broken, but he rose again to fight... even though he knew that he didn’t have a better chance of winning.
Ezreal lunged, and Midnight also lunged... before they could meet midair, a figure blurred through the air, its presence was overbearing. It was as if nature watched in silence the madness that was about to unfold.
A massive white wolf slammed into Ezreal in midair, sending him flying a few feet back. Ezreal staggered to his feet, his eyes widened as he saw Damon.
The rogues that had surrounded me began to attack me. A scream tore from my throat when one of the rogues bit my leg, pulling me along the dirt away from the border.
Just then, howls came from within the borders; hundreds of werewolves blurred out from the midst of the woods. One of the werewolves stood in front of Alaric, protecting him from any attack.
Damon turned, racing after us.
My scream hung in my throat as pain shot through my back. It felt like I was being ground alive. Damon blurred past the rogues behind me. He leaped into the air, ripping off the head of the rogue who had been dragging me.
He ripped through the rest of the rogues like they were nothing, his massive form a blur of pure rage and power. Blood splattered across the ground, painting the soil with the remains of those foolish enough to cross him.
The moment the last rogue fell, he shifted back into his human form without hesitation. His bare chest rose and fell, soaked in blood, his claws still dripping.
He walked toward me, scooping me up gently. My leg throbbed, and the wound on my back was still aching, but I could barely focus on the pain. Damon’s scent wrapped around me like a storm. I didn’t know if I felt safe or terrified.