Kieran's POV:
Three of Crant's men lunged at me, but I didn't hesitate. I barely moved a muscle sticking them down with my claws drawing blood.
The men fell to the floor unconscious and I wiped my hand off the blood. "You were saying?" I asked.
Crant watched, unimpressed and with a wave of his hand, all his men attacked at the same time.
I threw them off easily. Darius fought, and Caius stayed protecting Sienna from any of their attacks.
"Stop!" Crant yelled, and his men halted.
Half of them had fallen to the floor unconscious if not dead.
He took off his coat, tossing it aside to the floor and settled into a fighting position as he cracked his knuckles.
Darius bared his teeth, ready to pounce, but I shot him a warning look. "Don't."
Darius frowned, and halted. "What…?"
I looked at Crant, raising my index finger and moving it slightly before bringing it down. "He's got the smell of wolfsbane on him."