Klaus crushed the wolf's skull directly into the frozen earth, feeling the bone cave in under his heel.
He didn't fight with the efficient precision he usually employed.
He fought like a butcher, abandoning all defense and relying entirely on his newly acquired regeneration.
He let the monsters scratch him, he let them tear his coat, and he laughed as he slaughtered them in return.
While Klaus was busy dismantling the vanguard, one of the wolves scavenging near the carriage noticed the commotion.
It abandoned its meal with its glowing blue eyes locking onto the shivering goat-eared woman standing behind the madman.
The beast lowered its head and sprinted through the snow, flanking Klaus entirely and aiming straight for Mirela.
Mirela saw the monster approaching and the panic surged in her chest, but she didn't freeze. The endless hours of training in the backyard of the compound kicked in.
She wasn't just a maid… she was a member of the party.
