Chapter 22Nash twisted a head, feeding off the sound of the severed spine. He buried his claws in one man’s throat, efficiently piercing the artery, and leaving him to bleed to death before advancing on the next mark.
Men ran to their cars and Nash didn’t hunt them, but he took down as many as he could before they managed to round the hut.
Blood painted the lawn, bodies littered the ground, and screams of terror traveled the forest. Nash didn’t care.
They had taken his mate.
They had injured his friend.
They deserved to die.
The hairs on his arms were dark with blood, the metallic taste clung to his tongue. His beast howled in triumph as the last moving man ran for his car only to go limp when Nash grabbed his shoulder to turn him around and buried his claws in his abdomen.
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