DERRICK'S POV
I didn't stop.
Even with the pain burning through my shoulder and blood dripping down my side, I didn't stop. My wolf was wild inside me, demanding more—pushing me to keep going.
That was the only injury he had inflicted on me, and I could not let him think he had gotten me. I had to push through—battle through the pain.
Liam wasn't done, either. He lunged at me again, faster this time, aiming for my throat. But I was ready. I twisted at the last second, grabbing him mid-air with my teeth. My jaws clamped down on the back of his neck, and I shook him hard, slamming him against the ground.
He yelped in pain, but I didn't let go. I was aiming to bite off his neck—to kill him. I wanted him dead.
My wolf roared inside me, "End him! Now! For mate! For pack!"
With one more savage shake, I flung him across the field. He crashed into two of his own men, who were already struggling to get back on their feet.
