In Love Through War - Book 3

Part 52

*A.N.: Guess I didn't have it in me to be that mean :)
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The warhog that was holding Jena releases her, probably dead Al’Aeen assumes, only for another to immediately throw his weight on top of her.

She definitely didn’t go down without a fight. Fcuking cowardly hog mother fcukers!

The four thousand pounds killing machine barreling down a sand hill literally steps with his front paws on the first two warhogs in his way before they even have time to turn around, letting out a furious roar, not even he knew he was capable of. With far more control than when he first shifted, his claws were aimed directly down, aiming at and severing the spine, or perhaps shattering a few vertebrae would be a better description of the result.

Ramming aside the warhogs around Jena and easily forming a wedge since they were already turning to face him, his jaws clamp down on the warhog’s chest, lifting him off of his Alpha. With the warhog flailing in midair desperately trying to kick at the bear’s face, Al’Aeen adds more strength to his jaw, clamping down harder and harder until a satisfying pop resounds in his mouth.

Whether the warhog will die from the pressure bursting his heart or his own rib bones perforating it is entirely irrelevant for the bear, and he discards the soon to be corpse to the side.

With still twelve warhogs alive, positioned in a circle around him, Al’Aeen knows his bear form has outlived its usefulness, now that the element of surprise is gone.

Even his team with only Emremil, Meiarr, Rin and Ron, Seisyll and Vi could take him out in his bear form. And they were only six in number.

He shifts but not back to human, choosing the more agile, battle-ready war-form instead.

Two warhogs charge at him from behind but he can hear them coming. Turning quickly, he swipes the 3-inch long dagger nails at them, the first warhog dodging and jumping back, but the second doesn’t have time to and Al’Aeen turns each of the fingers in his claw inwards, transforming them into fish-hooks, with a warhog caught in the arm rod.

Only the warhog’s lack of pain sensitivity has him still trying to fight while the five claws are still inside the left part of his snout and head. His reach, however, is less than the arm length of the unusual beast in front of him.

Two straight aimed claws from what would be an index and a middle finger on the left hand for a human puncture the warhog's eye sockets, right down into the brain, finishing the creature off.

Realizing that Jena is not only unconscious but also heavier than E, the war-form knows carrying her while fighting is not an option, so he removes the water canteen from the warhog before tossing him away.

He crushes it in his claw letting the liquid splash over her face, not even trying to remove the lid. The water may not be the pure kind Jena and everyone else prefers, but it’s obviously wet and cold enough to shock her back into consciousness.

“I need you to fight!” he growls the words at the wolf-form Jena, adding a quick lick to her face.

He has to tell himself that is wasn’t anything like a kiss but more like a ‘here is my scent, you know me and I’m here to help even though I look strange to you right now’ kind of greeting.

Her training kicks in and she looks around assessing the situation. She has to wonder how long she was out of commission since she can count four more bodies there and nobody else but this strange creature that undoubtedly is Al’Aeen judging by his scent alone. The tingling heat lingering on her snout is further proof as it is the unmistakable reaction to one’s mate.

As they take a back to back fighting stance, she realizes she can easily pass between his long legs and she is ready to react to anything he can’t see.

She is not alone anymore.