Page 71 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“Finn?” she whispered, confusion and relief mixing in her voice.

“Where is Amelia?” I demanded, my voice harsh with urgency.

Sienna’s eyes filled with tears, and she tried to speak but couldn’t find the words at first. “She’s... she’s in another room,” she choked out. “They’re going to…”

Before she could finish, a cold, harsh voice echoed from the hallway.

“NO ONE moves until I say so!”

I froze, my breath catching in my throat.

The door slammed open, and he stood there, tall and furious, eyes glinting with malice.

“You really thought you could just walk in here and leave with them?” he sneered.

This must be Orson;I thought as my blood boiled at his words.

“You’ll regret this,” I growled, stepping forward. My hands curled into fists, ready for a fight.

“You think you can stop me?” Orson laughed darkly, taking another step toward me. “You’re just a wolf. You’re nothing.”

The door creaked open, revealing Amelia unconscious on the floor. My heart surged, followed by a surge of rage. I was done waiting.

“Amelia…” I whispered.

I lunged forward, but before I could reach her, Orson blocked my path, his body moving with an inhuman grace. He swung at me with a speed that was almost too fast to follow, but I ducked just in time.

“You have a death wish, don’t you?” I snarled.

The fight was on. Orson’s speed and strength overwhelmed me as each punch landed, and his kick sent me crashing into the wall with a grunt.

“Is that all you’ve got, wolf?” Orson taunted, his voice dripping with venom.

I pushed myself up, my senses sharp. This wasn’t just about strength. It was about strategy. I couldn’t let him overpower me like this.

“You’re not alone, Finn!” Aidan’s voice cut through the noise, and suddenly, the vampires around me hesitated, giving me just enough time to regain my footing.

I turned to see Aidan, his vampire underlings flanking him, eyes glowing. Aidan’s gaze locked with mine, a silent agreement passing between us.

Aidan charged, and the two collided in a blur of fists and brutal force, fighting like animals in a cage, neither giving an inch.

“Get Amelia out of here!” Aidan screamed.

I moved toward her, my claws outstretched, ready to break the door down. But as I reached for the doorknob, Orson’s voice rang out once more.

“You think you can just walk away with her?” Orson snarled, his focus still on Aidan. “You’re too late.”

He broke free of Aidan’s grip and charged at me. I met him halfway, landing a punch to his stomach, but he quickly grabbed my throat, lifting me off the ground with an iron grip.

“YOU WILL NOT LEAVE WITH HER,” he roared, his eyes wild with fury.

Gasping for air, I twisted in Orson’s grip, sinking my teeth into his arm and driving my claws into his chest, making him stumble back in pain and fury.

“You’ll regret this, werewolf.”

Just then, Aidan appeared behind him, his eyes blazing with fury. With a swift motion, Aidan knocked Orson back, sending him crashing to the ground.

“Enough, Orson,” Aidan growled, his voice low and filled with venom.

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