Sergio’s POV
The moment the wolves shifted, the air seemed to crackle with tension. Anthony and I stood facing each other in the clearing, the ground beneath us shifting as both of our beasts prepared for what was about to come. His wolf was dark, sleek, and powerful, the muscles rippling beneath his fur. I could see the anger in his eyes, the fire that burned in him as he looked at me.
"You should have stayed away," I growled, my wolf snarling in agreement. I could feel the blood rising in my veins as my body tensed, ready to fight for Elara.
Without another word, Anthony lunged. His speed was like a blur, a blur I couldn’t even track. His claws scraped across my side, and the sharp sting of pain snapped through me. I staggered back, the momentum of his strike throwing me off balance.
