Khason
A wave of panic hit me. But…it wasn’t mine.
My eyes flicked open, and it took me more than a few seconds to fully process what I was seeing.
We were surrounded by six large male wolves, three in fur, three in skin. Definitely not rogues by the look of their clothes and demeanour. In fact, any rogues near us seemed to have vanished. The camp was still and quiet, not another wolf in sight. The two males nearest me I could take out easily enough before even standing fully. But…what made my heart stop beating for a few seconds, was the sight which I’m sure was the source of the fear that had awoken me.
On the other side of the nearest fire stood Ivy. Still in the tank top and shorts she’d been sleeping in. Standing, with her back pressed to the front of some male. Who had a knife
