Bab 450: Chapter 450: Freedom To Act

The first went down without a sound, mouth gaping open as the former Chosen leader landed on him, legs wrapped around his chest, arms flung around his neck, gaping mouth flashing those very white teeth. Owen didn't hesitate, lunging forward toward us, Trill grasping his hands and pulling him after her as Charlotte spun and landed a bone-crunching kick to the second guard's chest.

No, I wasn't kidding. Bone definitely crunched under the heel of her heavy boot, ribs at the very least, if not the man's sternum, giving way to the ferocity of her attack. I let her have her head, the wolf half emerging again, foam dripping from her fangs as her snout elongated, talons hooking from her stretched and knobbed hands.

"Get them out." She snarled those three words just before she threw herself at the third guard who was already turning to retreat, his feet tangled in the toppling man she'd just disabled while Demetrius's power sucked the life out of his captive.