Ava’s POV
I stayed rooted, unable to budge, as Liam geared up for a scrap, his claws extending with a sharp, chilling slice. His fangs bared, long and deadly, his feral yellow eyes blazing as they cut through the air.
“How dare you scum touch my mate?” he snarled, his glare shifting from the werewolves who’d grabbed me to Ivan.
“Take it easy, Liam,” Zane said, his voice calm, trying to defuse the explosion. But it was too late—Liam was already lunging at Ivan, his form a streak of fury.
“Don’t just stand there—stop him!” Ivan barked, as Liam’s claws slashed across his face.
The two werewolves who’d manhandled me pounced on Liam. Getting a better look as they rushed past, I realized they weren’t from the Oakwood Pack like I’d assumed. They were bigger, tougher, their features rugged an
