[Kieran's POV]
Watching Elara covered in her own blood, my eyes blazed with rage, one that seemed to have broken free of its cage as I barely managed a breath.
Right at that moment, I had no idea what had happened—how she entered there, who those black wolves were—but yet, I didn't need to know. All that rang in my mind in those moments was saving Elara and making them pay for what they did to her.
I gave in to my instinct, my rage almost swallowing me up, as I growled, launching ferocious attacks on the black wolves, bringing them down one after the other.
"Grraah!" My gaze caught sight of one of the wolves growling, hoping to attack in a second, but I didn't give it the time to think. I struck hard, my fang sinking deep into its neck as I watched it whimper, trying to flee. But the moment they attacked my Elara, their death was certain. I broke its neck, ripping a chunk of flesh off as it dropped dead.