Ava Point of View
The night air burned against my skin as I rushed forward. Every instinct in my body screamed for me to run the other way, to seek shelter, to let Damon handle this fight. But I wasn’t that person anymore—I couldn’t afford to be.
The masked wolf closest to me lunged, his claws swiping dangerously close to my face. I ducked at the last second, my heart hammering in my chest as I twisted my body to avoid the strike. My mind raced, my body moving on pure instinct.
Damon was a blur of motion beside me. His powerful form crashed into another attacker, his claws tearing through flesh with merciless efficiency. Blood sprayed across the dirt, and a sickening snarl filled the air.
Lucas, on the other hand, barely moved. He stood at the edge of the chaos, watching. Waiting.
Cow
