Marrying a Warhound (Cassian) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

ATASHA’S POV

I rolled just in time.

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Jack’s claws grazed the edge of my shoulder instead of tearing into my chest. Pain flared, but I didn’t stop. My hand scrambled across the ground until it landed on a jagged rock. I hurled it as hard as I could, striking his arm mid–swing.

He growled, recoiling with a harsh curse, staggering slightly from the impact. But he wasn’t done. He lunged again, eyes wild, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to dodge in time.

Then a sharp crack echoed through the cave.

Another rock slammed into the side of his head, throwing his body off course. He stumbled, blinking in confusion, and I caught sight of the small boy who’d thrown it, his face tight with anger, his hand already reaching for another.

That was when the others joined in.

A second rock struck Jack’s shoulder. Then another hit his leg. He spun around, snarling, trying to locate the source, but they were everywhere now. Children, the same ones I had just healed, were picking up rocks, some as small as fists, others the size of a loaf of bread, and hurling them with all the strength their small bodies could manage.

The hits kept landing, against his back, his ribs, his arms. Jack cursed and staggered, trying to swat them away. One stone bounced off his jaw, splitting his lip open. Blood sprayed from his

mouth.

He turned, eyes locking onto a girl near the edge. She froze.

Jack lunged toward her, but he never reached her.

Aries tackled him from the side with the full force of his body, slamming Jack to the ground with a thud that echoed across the stone. The boy moved fast for his size, pinning Jack’s arms before he could recover.

Then came the final blow.

The Alpha–blooded boy, who had been quiet until now, stepped forward from the shadows, his eyes burning with something ancient and savage. He climbed onto Jack’s waist, gripping a large rock in both hands. Without a word, he brought it down on Jack’s head.

Once, twice.

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Three times.

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Each strike came with a sickening crunch, and blood spattered across the boy’s face, across the floor, across the wall behind them. Jack’s body writhed beneath him, then began to twitch less

and less.

Still, the rock came down.

Again.

And again.

Until Jack no longer moved.

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