Chapter 8

Silas’s POV

Our talons rip through the flesh of his upper arm, enlisting a yelp of pain from his lips but I don’t stop there. It’s followed by a blow from our claws, sending him flying a good distance away.

Their scent is more pungent than ever and I’m more than sure what we were against.

Damn rogues.

A shriek suddenly echoes in the air right beside me. I immediately know something bad has happened to Freya.

We turn swiftly, growling menacingly at the second intruder standing over her motionless body.

My wolf loses sanity, instantly taking almost full control of our body and lunging forward at him. He changes, ripping through his clothes into a dark brown wolf smaller than mine. We brawl for moments; deadly strikes follow after the other. I lean in for his jugular vein but the first pounces unto us from the back, now its two against one.

My wolf is fed up with this. He releases a deathly howl into the air that moves the winds and shak