Chapter 63

Liam’s vision blurred with rage as he tore through the enemies in his path. The humane part of him had taken the backseat as he ripped out throats, hearts, limbs, and everything tearable.

His teeth and claws sank into everything and anything without any regard. His feral instincts guided his every move, allowing him to anticipate their attacks and strike with deadly precision. The scent of blood and sweat permeated the air, mingling with the sounds of growls.

He single-handedly destroyed all magical spots and ripped apart the offending witches. He was too swift to be caught or attacked, his rage fueled by anger.

James, who considered how badly it could end for everyone, struggled to keep up with Liam’s relentless assault. Liam was on the edge, consumed by his wolf’s primal instincts. Desperately, James tried to reason with him amidst the chaos.

“Liam, focus!” James shouted, his voice barely audible over the din of battle. “We need to find Nicole and end this!