***Ethan Lucian POV***
Arriving at the Bloodmoon Palace in haste, my eyes bulged out of their sockets when I saw Kimberly hurled into the air from the ferocious werewolf blow.
It was unmistakably Lycan King Alfred, and I seethed with rage as the gruesome scenerio unfolded. How dare him!
Just moments ago, a sharp pain stabbed my stomach at the Southern Sea Palace, signaling Kimberly's distress.
Bound by the blood pact, her agony resonates with mine, no matter where I am. I raced from the Southern Sea Palace to the Bloodmoon Pack's territory, but alas, I was too late.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw Kimberly's lifeless looking, pale body lying on the floor.
"If she dies, I'll crush every single one of you!" I threatened fiercely my anger palpable.
As I approached the two werewolves, who had now shifted back to their human form and were kneeling beside Kimberly, stark naked with regret etched on thier faces.
