The golden wolf tore the steel rod from her thigh and rushed him with a broken, limping fury. Even injured, her speed remained horrifying. She crossed the distance, lowered her body, and drove both claws into his abdomen.
Nikolai caught her shoulders before she could rip outward as blood warmed his stomach and his vision turned red. For a second, the world narrowed to her golden fur, her fake scent stolen from Nikita, and the stolen strength gouging his organs.
He could have torn her in half, but his thoughts lagged due to the pain.
If he transformed, he could destroy these women like toys. These abominations would crumble beneath the true thing they tried to imitate.
Yet he remained in his human form.
'I'm such a fool...'
Was it his naivety, or the fact that these women pumped out the same pheromones, voices and sounds as his wives? But he couldn't take any more damage, so he gritted his teeth and shook his head.
"Get out of me."
