LOGAN'S POV.
The moment my knuckles crashed against Lucius's jaw, the sound echoed through the rooftop like thunder splitting the clouds. He stumbled backward, clutching his stomach tightly as his face was twisted in pain.
But before I could even take a breath, Lucius vanished in a blur… as his werewolf speed sliced through the air.
A second later, a sharp, bone-breaking punch landed right on my ribs. The impact threw me off balance, and a low growl ripped from my throat.
I refused to fall. My hand was still wrapped tightly around Diana's hair, her frightened whimpers slicing through the chaos, but my other hand shot forward, slamming into Lucius's shoulder.
He snarled, spinning to deliver a spinning back kick, his boot grazing the side of my face. I felt blood drip down my lip, but I only grinned. The red glow in my eyes sharpened, blazing like fire.
