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Chapter 93: Why Did He Come Back?

‘Theo•

Warren, that bastard, he wasn’t pulling any punches.

The cage opened, and Warren walked out without sparing me another glance. I only hoped that the poison hadn’t taken full effect on him since it hadn’t touched him for very long.

He gracefully walked out from the cage and towards Luther, carrying himself regally, just like a king. Luther was pleased with himself and smiled at my brother. “What an honor, Your Majesty!”

Then, before anyone could react, Warren shifted into his wolf and charged at Luther.

The guy holding Ciana was stunned for a moment, and Ciana took the chance to jam her elbow into that guy’s ribs.

In the next second, Warren leaped and landed between Ciana and Luther. She was free!

His mouth opened wide and his fangs flashed as Warren threw his head back, howled, and began running away with Ciana.

I Yinced and smiled. Watching them from the corner of my eye, I was finally relieved when they were a safe distance away. Warren had pulled through and saved Ciana, but I wondered if he meant the things he said earlier.

His voice had sounded so resentful, so full of anger. He

hadn’t held back that much with the beating he delivered. Of course, I knew he’d know I could handle it and he needed to convince Luther through his action, but I still wondered whether part of him had been truly upset with me.

However, I didn’t have time to process all of it.

Theo, you’d better take care of this!’ Warren told me in the mindlink.

‘Just take Ciana and run!’ I responded.

Most importantly, she was safe, and there was nothing else holding me back!

Luther’s guys tried to close the cage but it was too late. I’d already• hauled myself to my feet and charged out of the cage. That damn chain couldn’t hold me back.

They call me a monster and murderer, and now they would get a taste of what a real monster was like!

Luther snarled and charged toward me. In mid-air, he shifted, jaws snapping as he came toward me. I reached up and attacked his throat. He growled and slashed at me with his paws.

I kicked Luther in his rib, he fell on the ground and he whimpered. My side ached from Warren’ s beating, and I clutched it for a moment. Inhaling deeply, I closed myself off to the pain as Luther rose and shook himself off.

making eye contact and showing me

me. As he charged, I shifted and met him head-on. We collided together in a fit of fur, claws, and

was right, wolfbane, or whatever the poison they used had limited effect on

pushed him back, hooking my shoulder against his side, trying to break his ribs. Luther spun away from me and rose up on hind legs. He swatted at me with

blood away and

his wolves ran onto the stage.

If Warren hadn’t beaten me, taking on Luther and ten or so of his cronies would be easy. Now, I

the corner of my eye, I saw Demarco skulking through the

wolves that were closing in on me. Catching up to Demarco, I jumped on his back to pin

legs

smacked down on his leg with my paw and I could hear his bone snap upon impact. I’d like to

swarmed around

bit and scratched. In a fury

one around the throat with my teeth and shook until his neck was covered with blood and he went limp. Tossing him aside, I pounced on another, crushing him

to gain Luther’s trust and rescue Ciana. I respected him for that, but

followers. He smashed into the bar of the cage. Wheezing, he tried to get

to shift my attention back to Luther. I locked eyes on him,

angered roar, I charged at him, breaking through the remaining

groaned, falling backward. Luther staggered from side to side. He tried to shake it off,

his side, breathing heavily. When I walked up to

showed him my teeth. I was ready to destroy

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final blow but Demarco howled. I whipped my head to the side and Demarco hobbled over, dragging his broken leg. He

shifted back to human form. I glared at him,

ask you again. Because you’re Maggie’ s husband, l’ Il spare your life, but this

and shook his head. As far as Demarco knew, Luther was the only one that could save Maggie. Of course, he wouldn’t move.

“Your funeral,” I muttered.

Demarco. He pulled himself up on three legs and I realized he had pretty

at him and Demarco jumped back. He let out a wail when his broken leg hit the floor, but he recovered quickly, snarling at me and diving

him and got ready to tackle him when the hair on my neck and spine stood on end and a cold, paralyzing chill ran down

my eye, I saw something shiny slicing through the air toward

A silver dagger.

and smug grin were reflected on the

as it shot toward me. I didn’t have time to roll

knife never hit me.