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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

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

poison they used had limited effect on

away from me and rose up on hind legs. He swatted at me with his front paws, catching me on the face and

the blood away and

howled and suddenly, several of his wolves ran onto the stage. They surrounded me, teeth gnashing,

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

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

growled and jumped over the wolves that were closing in on me. Catching up to Demarco, I jumped on his back to pin him

his legs buckling under my

hear his bone snap upon impact. I’d like to

swarmed around me, jumping on

and scratched. In a fury of

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,

and rescue Ciana. I respected him for that, but he hadn’t left me in great condition to fight this army

smashed into the bar of the cage. Wheezing, he tried

I’d killed off enough to shift my attention back to Luther. I locked eyes

breaking through the remaining wolves and tossing them aside like

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

as Luther fell on his side, breathing heavily. When I walked up to him,

my lip and showed him my teeth. I was ready to destroy him for all the

Wtly Old Comp

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

glared at him, and

s husband, l’ Il spare your life, but this is your last warning. Move!”

was the only one that could save Maggie. Of course, he wouldn’t move. He

“Your funeral,” I muttered.

pulled himself up on three legs and I realized he

when his broken leg hit the floor, but he recovered quickly, snarling at me and diving for my

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

my eye, I saw something shiny slicing

A silver dagger.

and smug grin were reflected

shot toward me. I didn’t have time to

the impact, but the knife never hit me. Someone jumped in front of me, grunting as the dagger embedded