The guy ripped the axe up and swung it down hard, but again Keva was able to block the deadly blow. Her muscles gave and the axe lowered ever closer to her face and body. The axe ripped up and back down. With every new swipe of the axe, her blocks were becoming less effective, the blade would reach her face. She was going to die here. There was nothing she could do.

  The axe raised one final time and ripped down through the air towards her skull right between her eyes.

  “You betrayed the code and honor of the Bear Clan, Jorian,” Yrsa spat as she slowly got to her feet. “You betrayed everything our family stood for!”

  “Oh please!” Jorian snapped back. “I didn’t betray anything! My brother, your father, with all his bullshit talk about morality, how we’re no better than anyone else. How we need to abide by laws and decency?!” He stepped closer to Yrsa. “I say, fuck decency! I kill what I wish and do as I wish! We have power Yrsa. We are the descendants of the legendary Berserkers, the Bear Clan. It is our birthright that we take what’s ours. The strong rule and the weak serve, that is the law of nature!”

  Yrsa shook her head. Her eyes held a deep sadness in them, “What happened to you Jorian? You’re not my uncle and you are no family of mine!”

  She charged at him with all her strength and tackled him to the ground. She straddled him and rained down her fists upon his face, chest, and armpits, anywhere he wasn’t blocking, that was where she struck. And she struck him with the true rage and strength of a Bear Clan Berserker. Her fists left dents in his body. This man took the warmth and happiness from her father. He had lied to her every time the two had met when she was little. She had looked up to uncle Jorian, she wanted to be strong and brave just like he was. He was everything that she had worked so hard to be. And she knew all that had been a lie. The evil Berserkers of the north, the beasts that walked like humans, they were here because of her uncle.

  She drove her fists into his body. He became limp and let his guard down. Her rage blinded her and she pounded his face in. She punched in his chest, his skull, broke his bones and mashed his flesh. When she stood up there was nothing but a pulpy red mess in the snow. Her fists dripped with blood as she stood up. The rage burned within her. For the first time in her life, it burned without limit.

  She screamed and charged at a man with an axe who was bringing it down upon a werewolf. She didn’t care. All she saw was a target, something to kill. She grabbed the arm with the axe mid swing and punched through it at the elbow, breaking it cleanly in two. She tossed aside the arm and ripping him off the wounded werewolf, she threw him into a tree. She charged forward gripping his hair and slamming his head into the tree, over and over again. With every blow she left blood and bone chips in the bark of the tree. She slammed the head into the tree trunk one last time before finally leaving the dead man to rot where he sat.

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  Soter ran at his man with full speed. The snow hampered his speed a bit but he jumped and was able to fly tackle him onto his back. Soter reached back with a claw and ripped downward only to have his arm stopped mid swing.

  Soter pressed with all his weight, but the man held his arm and claws at bay. He suddenly felt himself lurch forward as he was unceremoniously dumped face first into the snow ahead of him.

  He rolled over onto his back just in time to catch the guy jumping on him while swinging a small axe. Soter caught and threw the guy in much the same way he had just been thrown, over his head to where he crashed into the snow.

  Soter charged and ripped his claws through the man’s back before he had time to react. The man screamed in pain but was able to turn around quickly and swipe at him with his axe, catching his lower ribs in the process. Soter grunted in pain and fell back.

  Michelle blinked her eyes hard, trying to clear the starburst that had exploded in her vision. She shook her head and tried to breathe. The tree that she had been thrown up against was splintering badly. If the tree had been any smaller it would have broken in half.

  She only had a few moments to comprehend these thoughts before her abdomen exploded in pain as the guy she was fighting rammed up and tackled her into the tree again. This time the tree did give way and fell over as the guy’s force took her with it. She landed squarely on the felled tree trunk, that made her back explode in pain.

  She tried to block and defend herself from her attacker. His fists were too fast and she was having a hard time breathing; everything was happening so fast. She was stuck in slow motion. His fists rained down upon her, she was being beaten to death. Her ribs, her snout, her head, her bones were being broken with every blow and she couldn’t stop him. Suddenly she felt the weight gone from her chest. Her vision was blurry and she didn’t know what was going on. She just wanted to close her eyes. She wanted this pain to go away.

  Yrsa ripped the guy off of the monster. Her mind didn’t see people, or animals, she saw targets, everyone was a target. This guy would be first, then she’d finish what he started. She drove him through the air and into a tree. She ripped his body away from the tree than slammed it back into the tree, again and again. She could hear the tree, about as wide as a man, start to splinter and snap. She gripped the man’s hair in one hand and slammed it against the tree. The man’s eyes showed no sign of life and the tree finally started to fall down. The tree crashed mutedly into the forest. The surrounding trees holding it up at a severely tilted angle, eventually the tree would shrivel and fall, but for now it hung motionless in the sky.

  Suddenly a long loud howl split the air around them all. This howl came from the center of the small forest clearing and everyone stopped to see where it was coming from. Soter, gripping his side from the axe wound turned towards the howl, as the man he was fighting stopped as well.

  Everyone stopped fighting and looked toward the howl. Yrsa turned towards the noise. Her first thought was to kill whoever made it. But then she saw the six-foot, nine-inch silver striped werewolf standing in the middle of the small clearing in the woods.