All Chapters of My second chanced mate : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

       He just knew that Katrina was in trouble and it wasn't looking good. She was in danger!    She sensed his presence behind her and quickly turned around, facing him, snarling in warning.        The man drew his knives and readied to strike. Katrina was expecting this and crouched low, ready to spring upwards, ready to dodge his attack and knock him off balance. Instead, the man launched a kick towards her head. The force of the kick sent her stumbling backwards.    It took only a split second for Katrina to realize the man wasn't going to go easy on her. She rolled out of the way, using the momentum to jump onto a nearby tree trunk. As she climbed up, the man leapt at her, throwing a punch straight towards her face. Katrina ducked under it and slid underneath him, flipping over his body, landing in front of him. As the man regained his footing, Katrina

As I trailed the pack, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. I had never seen werewolves before, and their transformation was both terrifying and beautiful. However, my awe quickly turned to fear when I saw them stop and sniff the air. They had caught my scent. I knew I had to act fast, so I ran as fast as I could. However, I was no match for the werewolves, and they quickly caught up to me. I was surrounded, and there was no way out. --- We had caught the human, and we were ready to attack. However, something in me held me back. There was something about the human that didn't feel right. I signaled to the pack to hold back, and I approached the human. As I got closer, I realized that the human was a woman. She looked scared but determined. I could tell she wasn't here to harm us. I spoke to her in my mind, and she responded. She told me that she was from a nearby village and that her people had been disappearing too. --- I couldn't believe what I was hea

          If it really was as dangerous as he was expecting, then even worse would come next. He wasn't ready to leave this place behind just yet. At least the girl seemed pretty upset. Her crying and pleading made him uneasy. If this was where people went when they couldn't stand being cooped up any longer, it was definitely possible that she had gotten stuck somewhere. It would explain a lot, actually. The poor woman had been through a terrible ordeal.        The cave opened up into another large cavern. It was a mess; broken beams and splintered wood littered the floor. Broken lanterns lit up a small area where there seemed to be several empty cages, along with broken boards covering the windows. Several crates had fallen off the sides of the cages. One was lying flat on the ground. Inside there were several bodies of various animals. Gerald grimaced at the sight. "Oh dear..."

      Despite how weak he felt, he pushed himself forward, taking the brunt of the blows, using his sword to protect himself against any further attacks.        After a while, though, he realised that even though he managed to defend himself pretty well, he was clearly losing the battle.        His arms started feeling heavy and the cuts from his sword wounds became increasingly painful. He looked around, trying to find somewhere to retreat. But even though he was surrounded by creatures, he didn't spot the opening he desperately needed to escape. Instead of trying to escape, though, he kept fighting, determined to continue to hold his ground until either Katrina or one of his companions came back to save him, even if it meant sacrificing themselves.        The sounds of metal on metal sounded in front of him, followed by a se

       When the figure walked close, Tyler realized it wasn't Sofia, but the lady the pack that caught him to help the were searching for. He had never seen her before. But somehow, he knew she was the one.         She had hair like black ink. It hung loose and wild, almost falling off her shoulders. Her skin was as pale as snow, but Tyler could tell the color of her eyes. They weren't brown. Instead, they were pure and sparkling, filled with life, kindness and compassion. Her lips were painted in the shade of cherry pink. And her teeth were perfect straight rows. One row went from bottom to top, and another one went from top to bottom. They were beautiful.    Tyler felt overwhelmed, and then he let go of the breath he wasn't aware he was holding.    ‘Wait, this woman looks exactly like Sophie,' he thought to himself.    He tried