DEMIEN'S POV:
My senses were on fire as I raced towards the safe house, the growls of rogue wolves echoing around me. But my focus was on one thing—Lena and our child. My heart pounded harder than the thudding of my boots against the floor. My wolf growled within me, restless, eager for blood, for the kill. I let it rise to the surface as I crashed through the door of the safe house.
As I burst in, the first thing I heard was Lena’s scream, piercing, terrified. My eyes scanned the room, heart hammering in my chest. Then I saw them—the rogue wolves, filthy and savage, their eyes glowing with hunger. I wasted no time. A snarl ripped through me as I charged forward, my claws tearing through flesh, snapping bones like dry twigs. They never saw me coming. I cut them down, one after another, u
