Chapter 75
Vanya
His weight slammed into me like a boulder.
I hit the ground hard, snow exploding beneath us, and Kyle’s claws were already at my throat. His growl was deep, primal, and filled with something far worse than rage—certainty.
He knew something.
I twisted my body just in time, barely avoiding his bite, and slammed my hind legs into his stomach. He flew off me with a loud snarl, but landed on his feet like a damn panther, circling again. Blood dripped from a gash along his shoulder—mine—and my own flank was burning, warm liquid already matting my white fur.
He lunged again.
We clashed. Claws against fur. Teeth snapping. Growls and yelps filled the air like a storm ripping through the forest.
I caught his side with a sharp swipe—he caught my neck with his fangs. We rolled
