Luna Forsaken (Arya and James) novel Chapter 184

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Arya’s POV

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I kicked my door open and shifted as I moved, partial shift, fast and brutal. Bones

crackled under skin, nails extending into claws, canines dropping, muscles surging hard

enough to make the torn seams at my shoulder bite. It was the form I used when I

needed speed and hands both, woman and wolf blended into something made for close

violence.

David shifted too, not fully, but enough to turn his next movement monstrous.

Maxwell didn’t bother with half-measures. He moved like an old war beast in a man’s

body, blade in one hand, teeth already lengthening, power rolling off him in a wave that

made even the attacking wolves hesitate for a fraction.

That fraction saved Rusty.

A wolf came for Rusty’s throat from the left flank. Maxwell crossed the distance in two

strides and drove his blade into its neck from the side, ripping through fur and muscle

with enough force to spin the attacker off him.

“Line up!” Maxwell roared. “Protect the vehicles!”

Another wolf launched at me before I could answer.

I sidestepped, caught fur at the scruff and jaw, and slammed its head into the side panel

of the car hard enough to dent metal. It snarled, twisting, claws raking my forearm. Pain

flared hot. I snarled back and drove my knee into its ribs, then my clawed hand into its

eye.

It dropped screaming.

No time to finish.

A second one was on me, heavier, smarter. It feinted high and came low for my leg. I

turned with it, let the bite clip instead of sink, and brought the blade I’d palmed under its

jaw. Hot blood sprayed across my wrist and dress in a thick burst.

The scent hit and the world sharpened.

Headlights.

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Gravel.

Blood.

Burned masking oil.

Pack scent hidden under fake rogue musk.

Every nerve woke.

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The front line was chaos. Rusty and two security men were holding near the first vehicle

while three more tried to keep the left flank from collapsing. The attackers weren’t

random. They were coordinated in packs of three and four, pressing angles, testing

separation, going for drivers and radios first.

This wasn’t a rogue rush.

This was trained.

David saw it too.

“Right side!” he shouted, voice roughened by shift as he tore one attacker off a guard and

broke its foreleg with a savage wrench. “They’re pushing the rear van!”

I spun in time to see two wolves hit the back escort, one smashing into the driver’s door

while another went straight for the tyre line. If they disabled that van, we’d be boxed

and blind.

I moved before thinking.

The ground flew under me in long strides, body balanced between human precision and

wolf aggression. One of the attackers turned too late. I hit from the side, shoulder into

ribcage, and we crashed together into the gravel. Teeth snapped inches from my face. I

drove my elbow down into its throat, once, twice, then raked claws across its muzzle

until it shrieked and rolled.

The second wolf lunged.

I twisted and caught the bite on my braced forearm instead of my throat. Agony tore up

my arm as its teeth sank through flesh. Ria roared inside me. I grabbed behind its head

with my free hand, jammed my thumb into its eye socket, and stabbed blindly under its

front leg where I knew the ribs opened.

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We collided mid-lunge.

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The impact drove us both into the dirt. It clawed at my face; I caught its forelegs and

slammed my forehead into its snout. Stars burst in my vision. It yelped. I rolled, came up

on top, and drove my blade down.

Once.

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