Louis sprinted through the forest, Angela cradled in his arms, her blood staining his clothes. His heart pounded not just from the exertion but from the sheer terror of losing her. He could feel her life slipping away with each passing second.
God, he wanted to go squeeze the life out of Xavier. He was so furious. The moment was repeating itself over and over again in his head. Fighting to get to where Angela was fighting Xavier. Cursing at all the wolves that tried to stop him. Fighting them off frantically without taking his eyes off her. She wasn’t supposed to fight Xavier; that was Louis’ job. She was just supposed to lure him onto their land and he’d take care of the rest. But before he could get to them to do his part, he was swarmed by a large number of wolves who were hell bent on
