-NIA’S POV-
Chaos unfolded with a ferocity that echoed the sound of battle across the afternoon skies. The air crackled with formidable tension as the clash of wolves reverberated, a symphony of growls, snarls, and the occasional yelp, cutting through the charged atmosphere.
Lykoan was in trouble.
Adrenaline laced with anxiety coursed through my veins as I chewed on my thumbnail, watching from inside the Porsche.
Patrol lunged at him. Survive, Lykoan. Please survive. My breath caught in my throat as vicious snarls pervaded.
One by one they charged at him, from behind, sideways, in front, and jumping through the air. Panic tangled up inside of me and a stab of fear assaulted my gut.
I can’t lose him.
What should I do? I wanted to help, but how? Where was Gawain or Julius when you ne
