"Got you bitch!" Rose twisted her waist and and instead of hitting the cub, her palm came with a smack right for the chest of the older Werecat.
*Boom!*
The attack smashed into the chest of the older Werecat smashing her into the tree.
The hit was a very harsh one.
Werecats were built to be very fast creatures, not very strong creatures.
A hit this harsh against the tree immediately displaced several ribs in her body.
Rose smiled as she immediately rushed over the adult.
Naturally, the cub followed trying to defend but she smacked it away with a back hand slap.
Steadily, she stood over the Werecat, her chest rose up and down, her harsh breathing evidence of her losing stamina.
The adult Werecat backed up against the tree with much difficulty.
She had sustained terrible internal injuries.
It was at this moment that the Werecat noticed something very important.
Her chest had a terrible burn palm print on it.
It was from the smack that Rose had given her.
That smack had not been given with claws as the medium if damage but rather the palm.
Rose's palms glowed slightly in a yellow hue.
The Werecat saw this and fear appeared in her eyes.
"You are scared, that's good. Even I would be. This is my Bloodline ability: Solstark. It lets me absorb light and heat from my environment and make it mine. I'll burn you all the way to your..."
Her eyes dimmed and she staggered left a bit and then right.
"Shit!" She cursed lowly
She could not help but look to her shoulder.
She turned to the cub, "You little shit face.."
She staggered again.
Rose instantly understood what had happened.
She had not thought of it before, but that Cub also had a bloodline ability and it used it in the first bite it gave her.
It was slow to kick in, but with the addition of the fact that she was losing a lot blood, even her stronger bloodline could not fight against it.
She gritted her teeth as she tried to land one more attack but she staggered as she missed.
With yet another sway around as the trees appeared to be dancing before her eyes, she lost her balance and fell face first to the ground.
Rose kept on cursing in her head again and again until her consciousness slipped into the dark.
Meanwhile, at another side, Denver carried her children Duster and Cherry as she raced into the woods.
Duster on her back and Cherry holding her from her front.
She was fast and the method by which her children held her, allowed for her to easily exhibit her speed.
She did not just run on land but moved, leaping from tree to tree.
All the while, her mind could not help but imagine the sight of her husband dying before her eyes.
Werewolves were different. They were connected at a more spiritual level when it came to having a partner.
There was a reason that they mated for life.
That bond, that connection.
It could never ever be replicated.
It was an entanglement of their souls at a foundational level, and yet a binding at a cosmic level.
At his point of death, she had felt pain not just in her heart, but had also experienced it in her soul.
A part of her had been severed completely from this world.
It was like she had lost a leg.
Denver knew that it would never be the same for her again.
And yet, she could not even stand and fight to kill the person that had taken him from her.
All she could do was think of the best option on the spot, and that was to take her children and run.
This was not supposed to happen, and she knew it.
She had felt the strength level of the attackers.
Considering Ironclaw's level at 5, that attack was not supposed to have killed him.
But it could not be helped.
The Dethroning process had left him at his weakest point.
The attacker even aimed for him first before any other person.
This was obviously extra assurance that he did not get up to fight.
If only Tam had not insisted on Dethronement, Ironclaw would have definitely still be alive by now.
Even better, he would have contributed a lot to that fight.
In fact, Ironclaw alone would have been enough to eliminate those Hunters.
But fate was a mystery that was most difficult to understand.
Only a mere hour ago, they were together, smiling and happy that Gray was going to unlock his Bloodline today.
She even remembered Ironclaw saying all the wonderful things he would do with his son once his Bloodline ability was awakened.
Now, however, all those plans would never see the light of day.
Ironclaw, her husband, her mate, her lover, was gone.
Sweeped away into the afterlife.
Thoughts about him couldn't help but rush in her mind like a storm, obstructing her sense of thinking, and in this manner, she did not see a trap that had been set for her on the ground.
This was a bear trap, but Hunters also used it for hunting Supernatural creatures that depended on their feet for movement.
The bear trap's trigger mechanism was often pressure-sensitive. When a bear stepped on the trigger or disturbed the trip wire, it releases the spring-loaded mechanism, causing the jaws to slam shut with tremendous force.
This was what unfortunately happened to Denver.
The jaws of the bear trap, equipped with sharp, curved teeth designed to penetrate a bear's thick fur and skin upon closure, Clamped a secure grip as it sank into her right ankle.
"AHHH!!!" She screamed as she fell to the ground and rolled a bit.
Duster and Cherry also fell off.
They instantly stood to their feet and hurried to their mother.
Denver took a look at her leg.
The curved sharp clamps had sank deep into her leg, from flesh to muscle and all the way to her bones.
No one needed to tell her. She knew she was done for...