Chosen By The Moon (Dylan) novel Chapter 427

Dylan POV

My blade sliced effortlessly through the paw of the lycan that was about to cause some serious damage to my body, and a howl of pain to sounded out from its lips.

I instantly had blood dripping on me from the wound I had created in the wolf, and I all but scrambled out from underneath him. I needed to find another gun.

My head darted around the battle grounds in an attempt to find an abandoned pistol lying on the floor, only the wolf I had previously injured seemed to effortlessly jump over my body and land directly in front of me with a snarl. Slobber dropped from its mouth and goosebumps formed on my arms.

I was terrified.

I froze in place, staring at the Lycan who was obviously solely targeting me. My eyes widened, and a loud gasp left my lips as he once again charged at me.

I always thought it would be the king to finish me off, but as the wolf closed in on my already exhausted form, I couldn't help but brace myself for impact... which never came...

A large recognizable wolf crashed into the one charging at me with a force that knocked both of them completely off kilter.

Gilliards paws skidded on the ground below him, flicking grass and dirt all over me as he slid to a halt, baring his teeth at the other beast before attacking once more.

All these lycans truly were a force to be reckoned with.