Charles's POV
The instant I spotted those two bastards looming over Sandy's motionless form, every restraint I possessed shattered like glass.
My Lycan erupted through every barrier I had built. Void fur sprouted across my skin as my bones cracked and reformed, crimson eyes blazing as I locked onto the men who spun around at the sound of my transformation.
Smoke, my wolf, seized complete dominance over my consciousness. Scarlet rage consumed his vision as he launched himself at the first attacker, whose pants hung around his ankles. The man never got a chance to defend himself or flee. Smoke's fangs punctured his throat and tore it open with one savage twist.
The second piece of shit bolted for the treeline, his body morphing mid-sprint into a pathetic brown wolf. Smoke pursued him relentlessly through the dense forest, cornering the coward until he had nowhere left to run.
