He had already made his decision long before this moment; that was why he acted so decisively earlier, striking without hesitation. Now, as he sensed Greg trying to reach his people through the mindlink, Maxwell knew exactly what was happening. Greg was calling for reinforcements.
Would he allow that?
Of course not.
Maxwell's expression hardened as he closed the distance between them, each step heavy with deadly intent.
Maxwell's claws elongated, gleaming under the faint light. In a blur of motion, he lunged, his target clear: Greg's neck. One clean strike to separate the head from the body. Even if the wolf tried to heal him, it would be pointless… assuming it even wanted to.
