Chapter 35

• Savage snarls reverberated through the air, drowning out all other sounds. Clumps of fur were ripped and thrown in all directions, a gruesome dance of carnage as blood sprayed through the air. The hungry frenzy showed no signs of relenting, as teeth gnashed and sharp nails raked across fur in a primal display of violence.
• I wanted to help ... maybe I could use my gifts I got from Darren? But the searing pain brought me to my knees. I cried out in pain. It felt like my stomach was being ripped apart. Everything blurred in and out. The room was muffled momentarily. As my hearing came back, I realized I didn’t hear the sound of fighting anymore. I glanced up to see a pile of lycans laying on the ground. Standing next to them was Lyle’s brown lycan. He turned and looked at me.
• Our eyes met as I let out a shuddering breath. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced. I thought Alfred’s infidelity was bad, but this was far worse. I rested my cheek on the cold stone floor, watching as he stepped closer toward me.