Blood sprays.
Bones crunch.
Screams echo.
My fists pound flesh.
Teeth rip throats.
Boots crush skulls.
More soldiers swarm.
An endless tide of white uniforms and black weapons.
I roar.
The sound rips from my ruined throat.
Raw.
Primal.
They fearme.
Good.
They should.
Gunfire erupts.
Bullets ping off my body armor.
Some find flesh.
I don't care.
Pain is nothing.
An old friend.
I charge forward.
Bodies fly.
Limbs snap.
I have to reach her.
Ivy.
My omega.
My mate.
They took her.
They touched her.