"Let her go," Xaden hissed.
"Just like that?" The man sneered. "You know I wouldn't. She insisted that you weren't important, but seeing you here ready to save her, I know she is. How fucking romantic."
Xaden's eyes glowed bright, and then, in a split second, he was at one of the wolves, and he ripped him apart without even needing to turn.
The others quickly turned to their wolves and attacked him, but they were no match for Xaden.
One by one, sometimes two together, he killed them off.
With his bare hands.
Then, there was one last man standing.
The man who had taken me hostage and hurriedly grabbed me and used me as a shield against his body.
"If you dare come closer, I'll kill her." He warned.
Xaden looks bored. "She was right. Killing her means nothing to me. She is of no use to me."
