Chapter 95

Zeidan ran through his army right to the front of the vast fields only to see a massive number of Werecats in their shifted forms ravaging the city. Things have gone completely out of hand that he wondered how long he had been unaware of the attack. He transformed, his fangs and claws out as he started going into their midst, jumping and stabbing or slashing their necks. A huge cat jumped from the right side but he was fast enough to slash its side, making it fall with a thud and when another one slid from the left side, he jumped and gave its face a scissors kick, grabbing another one by the ears and hitting it to the ground. While he was busy punching the one on the ground, his hands grew weaker and his ears were filled with screams, people yelling out instructions of retreating and charging forward, and a loud screech. He placed two hands on each ear as he knelt, head ringing and thumping. He knew that feeling, but where exactly was she? "Lyne?" He managed to mutter, looking aro