Reclaiming My Broken Luna (Astrid and Killian) novel Chapter 314

Killian’s POV

I tear into another attacker, my jaws snapping as I toss him aside. But they keep coming, one after the other, their numbers overwhelming.

I'm outnumbered, and every move feels heavier, slower. My fur is matted with blood-some mine, some theirs-but it's not enough.

Two wolves slam into my side, knocking me off my feet and pinning me down.

I growl, thrashing as I try to push them off, but their combined weight keeps me grounded.

I catch sight of one of them his teeth bared-lunging for my throat. I twist, trying to shake him off, but they have me pinned, and I know I'm losing this fight.

My wolf surges with frustration and fury. We're much powerful compared to them, but we're running out of strength, and I can feel the odds tipping against us.

Just as one of them goes for the kill, a massive silver blur crashes into him, ripping him away from me.

The ground shakes beneath the force of the impact, and I scramble to my feet, snapping at the remaining wolves.

Astrid's wolf is a whirlwind of ferocity, a massive beast twice her usual size, her silver fur shimmering under the moonlight.

She's moving with a savage, brutal grace, tearing through our enemies with an intensity that leaves me stunned.

She pounces on one of the attackers, her jaws snapping down on his neck and shaking until I hear the crack of bones.

She throws him aside like he's nothing and turns on the next without hesitation. Her claws rip through fur and flesh, leaving trails of red across the sand.

I watch, caught between relief and horror.

Who is this wolf?

I’ve seen Astrid’s wolf before and it wasn’t this huge and feral, even the color of her fur had changed from brown to silver.

This isn't the Astrid I know this is something else, something feral and terrifying.

Even the way she fought the attackers was brutal, swiftly going for a kill. This isn’t Astrid’s usual style of fighting.

Her size alone is monstrous, and the way she moves-swift, relentless, and without pause — it's like watching a force of nature.

My wolf stirs uneasily, a growl rumbling in my chest. He doesn't recognize her; he doesn't feel the bond that should connect us.

All he feels is the presence of a beast—a predator that's far too powerful.

I take a step back, watching as she finishes off another attacker, her jaws clamping down with brutal efficiency.

Blood sprays as she tosses him aside, and she lets out a snarl that vibrates through the air.

The wolves that remain hesitate, sensing the danger, but it's too late.

“Astrid!” I growled, hoping she would relax.

The danger is gone, no one’s going to fight back. Everyone is terrified of her.

Including me.

“Astrid!” I called once again, but she's already on them before they can flee, tearing through them with a savagery that sends a shiver down my spine.