Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Sudden Turn Of Events

Slowly, almost mockingly, it curled its lips into a sinister grin, revealing a jagged lower fang that made it look more like a nightmare than a beast of flesh.

Addison’s heart plummeted.

She didn’t dare look away, not for a second. The moment she averted her gaze, she feared the creature would be on her, hurling her through the air like the others. Death would then come swiftly and brutally.

No. She refused. She would not die so easily.

Her children still needed her; they would be devastated if she died in some distant place like this. She had promised them she’d return, even teasing them with the promise of delicious food when they met again.

It was the only way she could convince them to leave and stay hidden with her parents’ arrangement, safe from enemies and safe from Zion discovering them too soon.

Just then—

“Growl!”

Before anyone could react, a shadow lunged and sank its fangs into the back of the berserk ogre’s neck.

“ROAR!”

The berserk ogre staggered to a halt, thrashing wildly as it clawed at its own back. No matter how it twisted or reached, it couldn’t touch what was tearing into its flesh. It spun in circles, both massive hands fumbling in desperation.

Only then did Addison see the attacker; it was Zion.

The man who should have been lying broken and healing at the sidelines was instead ripping into the ogre’s back with raw, merciless strength.

But he wasn’t fully himself anymore.

He hadn’t shifted completely into his wolf form, yet neither was he human. He stood upright on two powerful wolf-like legs, his hands twisted into savage claws, and his face was a wolf’s head as he let out a terrifying snarl.

“Grrr…” Zion’s guttural growl rumbled as his clawed arms sank deep into the berserk ogre’s back, anchoring himself there so he wouldn’t be thrown off. The monster howled in fury and pain, thrashing wildly as it tried in vain to reach him.

Addison, still in a defensive stance, froze in shock. Zion wasn’t simply attacking; he was ’devouring’ the ogre piece by piece.

His jaws sank into its flesh, tearing out bloody chunks before spitting them out, while his claws raked and ripped over and over again. He didn’t go for a killing blow. Instead, he made the monster suffer, shredding its back until it was nothing but a mangled, dripping ruin.

“Z-Zion?” Addison whispered, her voice trembling. She wasn’t sure if the feral beast before her was truly him, but no matter how desperately she searched, she couldn’t see Zion anywhere else.

The beast clinging to the berserk ogre suddenly went still, halting its brutal assault. The pause gave the ogre just enough time to drop to its knees with a guttural howl of agony. Slowly, the feral beast turned its head toward her.

Its crimson eyes glinted with streaks of gold, as though a flicker of sanity was struggling to surface.

“Are you… Zion?” Addison asked hesitantly.

The beast had Zion’s midnight-black fur, but instead of the familiar golden eyes of a werewolf, its gaze was blood-red, and saliva dripped heavily from its snarling maw.

After casting her a brief glance, the feral beast resumed tearing into the ogre’s back, each strike brimming with unrestrained fury. The very monster Addison had feared would end her life was now reduced to a pitiful state, dying a gruesome death under the beast’s wrath.

The ogre’s neck was nearly torn through, blood pouring like a waterfall, while the feral beast’s maw dripped scarlet and its dark fur was matted with gore.

Yet even with the ogre already collapsed and its body reverting to its normal form, eyes frozen wide in agony, the feral beast did not relent. It clawed and bit again and again, as though consumed by the need to vent every shred of its rage.

“Zion…” Addison called again, her voice trembling. Deep down, she could feel that the feral beast before her was indeed him.

But the sight before her was terrifying.

The warriors who had been injured lay helpless, still recovering, while those still standing were so few she could count them on one hand.

And she knew, if Zion truly lost control now, none of them would be able to stop him. Everyone had heard the stories from the frontlines, of Zion’s overwhelming strength and the times he had gone feral, striking friend and foe alike.

Yet this was the first time they were seeing it with their own eyes, and the sheer menace radiating from him made their blood run cold.

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Zion’s POV

’Fucking move!’ I kept telling myself, again and again, forcing my body to respond. I thought I could take on the ogres alone, buy Addison enough time for another sneak attack, but my overconfidence cost me. I was thrown back several meters away, bones shattered, ribs broken.

Shura, my wolf, was working furiously to heal me so I could stand and protect her, but the process was too slow.

And all the while, the woman I love was out there, running for her life, chased down by a berserk ogre. The sight made my blood run cold. Fear clawed at me with every second, and all I could do was pray, pray she’d hold on, pray I’d recover soon enough to reach her before it was too late.

Over and over, I watched Addison dive and roll, gravel tearing into her fair, delicate skin as blood oozed from the wounds. Every scrape, every drop of blood felt like knives ripping through my chest.

My heart pounded so violently I couldn’t tell anymore if it was my broken bones that hurt, or the pain of watching her suffer.

In her eyes, I saw both desperation and unyielding determination, a refusal to lose against that monster. But even now, she couldn’t shift into her wolf form, nor did her wolf come forward to heal her.

That realization gnawed at me, stoking my fear. Addison couldn’t freely call on her wolf… and that left me feeling even more restless, anxious, and terrified for her life.

I had known for a long time that Addison couldn’t freely shift into her wolf form, but watching it play out before my eyes was nothing like simply knowing. Seeing her fight tooth and nail to survive while her wolf remained silent… it tore at me in a way I couldn’t contain.

A desperate rage began to boil inside me, threatening to spill over.

I didn’t even know where my anger was truly aimed. Was it at myself, for failing to protect the woman I swore again and again I’d keep safe? Or was it at her wolf, for refusing to answer her call even now, when her life was hanging by a thread?

I promised I’d protect her, I swore no one would ever lay a hand on Addison without stepping over my dead body. And yet here I am, sidelined and bleeding while she’s out there fighting for her life to buy me time to recover. Every heartbeat feels like a slap across my face.

I should be the one charging forward. I should be the one taking the hits. This isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

This shouldn’t be happening.

Then, for what felt like the hundredth time, I watched Addison dive and roll across the ground, dodging another blow. By now, she was caked in dirt streaked with her own blood, looking battered and disheveled, yet her golden eyes still blazed with defiance, refusing to give in.

Goddess, she looked so damn hot even like this; that fierce determination alone was enough to make me ache with desire, my body betraying me at the worst possible time. My damn cock was so hard I wanna bury my dick deep in her pussy.

Fuck. I shouldn’t be thinking about this now. But I felt so useless, so powerless, that my mind grasped at anything, any distraction, to stop me from drowning in my own frustration and self-loathing.

But when Addison brought down that third ogre with her bare hands, it felt as if my heart soared straight into the sky. In that moment, all I wanted was for the world to know, she’s my woman.

God, how proud I was of her.

She had just felled two ogres on her own while I, an Alpha, had managed little more than scratches and scrapes. Yet none of that shame mattered. I was too thrilled, too awestruck watching her shine like that, like a battle goddess in human form.

The sight stirred something primal in me, a possessiveness and obsession that burned hotter than ever. I wanted to tuck her away, hide her brilliance from the world so no other man could lay eyes on the force of nature she truly was, so only I could bask in it.

But that moment of pride didn’t last.

Who would have thought that killing its kin would drive the last ogre into a frenzy, twisting its body into the monstrous form before us now? The valiant Addison I had been admiring just moments ago was suddenly thrown into chaos, and I wanted to slap myself for rejoicing too soon.

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