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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.

to me, making eye contact and showing me

at him and motioned with my hand for him to come at me. As he charged, I shifted and met him head-on. We collided together in a

the poison they used had limited effect

spun away from me and rose up on hind legs. He swatted at

the blood away and I charged

suddenly, several of his wolves ran onto the stage. They

taking on Luther and ten or so of his cronies

of the corner of my eye, I saw Demarco skulking through the shadows, off in the

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

whimpered, his legs buckling under

his bone

swarmed around me,

and scratched. In a fury of fur and spittle, I fought them

he went limp. Tossing him aside, I pounced on another, crushing him into the floor.

me to gain Luther’s trust and rescue Ciana. I respected him for that, but he hadn’t left me in great

of Luther’s followers. He smashed into the bar of the cage. Wheezing, he tried to get up, but his legs trembled, and he collapsed onto the ground, his breathing

attention back to Luther. I

I charged at him, breaking through the remaining wolves and tossing them aside like

him, his skull cracking beneath mine, and he groaned, falling backward.

up to him, hovering over him, Luther winced and shifted back to his human

my teeth. I was ready to destroy him for all the trouble

Wtly Old Comp

I whipped my head to the side and Demarco hobbled over,

at him,

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

as Demarco knew, Luther was the only one that could save Maggie. Of course, he wouldn’t move. He wouldn’t risk Maggie’s life. He loved

“Your funeral,” I muttered.

with Demarco. He pulled himself up on three

out a wail when his broken leg hit the floor, but he recovered quickly, snarling at

from him and got ready to tackle him when the hair on my neck

the corner of my eye, I saw something shiny

A silver dagger.

eyes and smug grin were reflected on

shot toward me. I didn’t

planted my feet, bracing for the impact, but the knife never hit me. Someone jumped in front of me, grunting as the