Their Secret Obsession (A Reverse Harem) by Pippa Moon novel Chapter 321

Kane's POV

"Looks like even hellhounds can bleed," Sebastian sneered, standing over Knox's fallen form. My heart lurched at the sight of my brother collapsing, blood pooling beneath him. Without a second thought, I rushed to his side in my wolf form, my paws skidding on the slick stone floor as I closed the distance between us.

"Knox!" I howled internally, panic gripping me like a vice. The sight of the blade protruding from his side sent a chill down my spine. Was the wound fatal? I nuzzled his face desperately, trying to elicit any sign of consciousness. His eyes fluttered, the vibrant blue dimming as they began to close.

"No, no, stay with me!" I urged, my wolf voice a blend of a growl and a whine. Havoc's eyes finally shut, and for a terrifying moment, I feared the worst. I sucked down a sob, refusing to accept that this could be the end.

But then, in an instant, his eyes snapped open—not the familiar blue, but a deep red, flames of hell burning within them. Havoc had fully awakened.

He rose with a fluid grace, the wound in his side seeming inconsequential. Havoc leaned over and licked across Rolo's face affectionately, a gesture both reassuring and slightly unsettling. His fiery eyes locked onto mine, and a surge of relief washed over me.

"You're okay," I thought, hope rekindling.

Sebastian's confident smirk wavered as he watched Havoc stand tall once more. Panic flashed across his face. He began to back away, his earlier bravado fading. Before he could retreat further, Chase stepped out from behind him, blades at the ready.

"Going somewhere?" Chase quipped, his eyes cold.

"Gross, that ain't coming out," he teased, glancing at the drool staining Rolo's fur before winking at me. His light-hearted jab was a brief respite amid the chaos. Sebastian snarled and lunged at Chase, but Chase sidestepped effortlessly.

"You'll have to do better than that," Chase taunted.

Suddenly, a shadow moved behind Chase. One of Sebastian's men sprang forward, grabbing Chase from behind and dragging him off balance.

"Chase!" I barked, momentarily stunned as I watched them struggle.

But there was no time to hesitate. As Havoc charged at Sebastian, I sprang into action, turning to help Chase. He grappled with his assailant, the two of them locked in a fierce battle. I leapt, knocking the attacker off him, my jaws snapping inches from the man's face.

"Thanks," Chase panted, regaining his footing.

"Don't mention it," I replied through our mind link.

Meanwhile, the cavern had erupted into pandemonium once more. Chase moved like a whirlwind, his movements precise and deadly. He weaved through the fray, taking down enemies with calculated efficiency. Despite being in human form, he was a force to be reckoned with, his blades flashing under the flickering torchlight.

"Keep pushing forward!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the clamour.

Adam's wolf—Savage—was a blur of motion, cutting through opponents like they were nothing. His jaws snapped, claws raked, and foes fell before him. He lived up to his name, a whirlwind of destruction. For a moment, I considered that Savage might just be wolf enough to take on Havoc if it ever came to that—a thought both unsettling and oddly reassuring.