The Bane And The Alpha Beast
I circled wide, growling low, every hair on my body bristling as Caelan and Ven tore into the rogues with deadly precision.
Ven was pure destruction, all muscle and snarl and brutal strength. He grabbed one by the collar and smashed him into the ground with a crack that sent birds fleeing from the trees.
Caelan didn’t roar—he didn’t need to. He was silent, lethal.
His wolf form was massive, a dark blur of silver and coal, fangs flashing as he locked jaws with the rogue who’d tried to pin me. Their bodies hit the ground hard, Caelan on top, claws ripping down the rogue’s side in a blur of motion too fast to follow.