CHAPTER 199
Kaelen's paws hit the silver-grey dirt, but the predatory growl in his throat died instantly, replaced by a high, whining note of terror that he couldn't suppress.
The charcoal wolf, driven by the momentum of his lunge, didn't have the luxury of recognition yet. He saw a man in a black coat and a girl who used to be a nothing more than a furniture.
Lucian didn't shift. He didn't even widen his stance. He simply stepped into the path of the charcoal wolf, his movement so fluid it looked like the shadows themselves had surged forward.
His hand shot out, catching the three-hundred-pound beast by the ruff of its neck and its front leg. With a grunt of effort that sounded more like a bored sigh, Lucian used the wolf's own momentum to pivot, slamming the creature into the dirt with a bone-jarring thud.
