~Valeria~
The pack square had descended into complete chaos. Wolf howls filled the air, weapons clashed, and somewhere in the distance I could hear screaming that made my stomach turn. Bodies moved everywhere, fighting, running, dying and I was trying really hard not to think about that last part.
Lysander had my wrist in a death grip, pulling me through the crowd of fighting werewolves with the kind of teenage bravery that would have been cute if we weren't literally running for our lives.
At least someone's confident. I'm just trying not to trip over dead bodies.
"Hurry!" he yelled over the noise, his fingers burning hot against my skin. "Your dad's old allies are behind the east wall. If we're late, my dad's men will find them first!"
"I'm hurrying!" I yelled back, nearly tripping
