Kyle's Painful Death (Ripping His Throat)

Netwyam's POV.

"Kill him, Kayla! And now!" Kyle's command echoed through the space, and in that moment, I witnessed a chilling shift in Kayla's eyes.

The spark of her will to kill, to tear, the determination to end it all, glowed ominously her eyes.

Guilt clawed at me; she had endured so much, and my actions were at the root of her suffering. Yet, I couldn't allow Kyle to seize control of her, to control her powers.

The full moon loomed above, its glow casting an eerie atmosphere.

I couldn't risk attempting to shape shift into a werewolf yet under these circumstances, realising that Kyle had strategically chosen this spot to manipulate and distract me with the full moon.

"Listen to me, Kayla, you are…" As I attempted to intervene, my eyes locked with Kayla's. I started, but my words were abruptly cut off.

In a swift and forceful motion, her fist connected with my face, the impact lifting and hurling me into the woods.

The moment my back collided with the unyielding surface of the