Third Person's POV
His heel drove into the man's collarbone and snapped through bone like brittle wood.
The resulting crunch was sharp, sickening as his shoulder caps and arm bones splintered at once, and reduced his limb into a useless heap of flesh and jagged fragments.
The man's scream tore through the clearing, raw and animalistic, echoing with such agony that it clawed at the ears of his terrified companions.
Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his body convulsed from the overwhelming shock, but Ethan didn't think his actions were too excessive, as it was a fitting punishment for them daring to touch one of his own.
He had already moved on, and his expression was utterly devoid of pity as if the man's suffering was nothing more than background noise.
His hands lashed out with a predator's speed and seized a fistful of hair from the third werewolf, who had been frozen stiff with his wide eyes locked on Ethan in paralyzed terror.
