Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 405

Karl

I burst through the cabin door, my senses on high alert. My heart races as I take in the scene before me—two men standing over Abby, in the middle of what looks like a desperate struggle.

It’s just as I force my way through the door in my wolf form that I see the light fade from Abby’s eyes, and fury flows through me. She’s just hit her head, and she’s unconscious and bleeding. I need to act quickly.

I let out a fierce growl, baring my fangs at them as I begin to stalk closer. It’s clear what these men brought her here to do, but I won’t let them have their way with her.

The two men turn toward me, shock written across their stupid faces. They exchange glances, and then they shift as well; one of them, the other one, is bigger than me, but I’m not worried. I could take both of them with my eyes closed.

It’s then that my wolf instincts take over, and everything becomes a blur of senses and instincts. The two men, their eyes filled with hostility, quickly begin to stalk toward me. But my gaze is fixed on Abby, laying motionless in the corner.

“I’m here, Abby,” I think to myself. “I won’t let these fuckers hurt you.”

Time seems to slow down as I prepare mentally for the impending fight. The scent of pine and snow fills the air, along with the metallic tang of adrenaline. My heart races, and my muscles tense, ready for battle.

One of the men lunges at me, teeth bared, trying to bite my throat. I swiftly dodge to the side, narrowly avoiding his attack, and snap my jaws at his side, biting into his fur and flesh. He lets out a pained yelp.

The other man seizes the opportunity to attack, lunging at my exposed side and biting my hind leg. I shake my leg forcefully, forcing him to let go with a howl of pain.

With a fierce growl, I charge at the first man again, slashing the air with my claws. He dodges and we circle each other, waiting for a chance to strike.

Suddenly, he lunges again, aiming for my throat. I move aside just in time, and his teeth graze my shoulder. I retaliate with a swipe of my claws, leaving bloody marks on his flank. He yelps and stumbles back.

The second man, determined not to be left behind, attacks again. He charges at me, teeth bared, and we clash jaws, wrestling for control. The cabin’s wooden floor creaks beneath our weight as we grapple.

With a surge of strength, I manage to pin him to the ground, my teeth dangerously close to his throat. He whimpers and surrenders, fear in his eyes.

But I can’t relax yet. The first man, bloodied but angry, continues his assault. He lunges at me with fury, teeth snapping. I twist and turn, narrowly avoiding his attack.

Our battle intensifies, teeth and claws flashing. I fight with all my might, my determination unwavering. My only goal is Abby’s safety, and I won’t stop until I’ve eliminated the threats.

The fight is a brutal contest, a test of strength and willpower. I feel fatigue setting in, the strain on my muscles becoming more pronounced. But I push through, driven by instinct.