The inevitable battle unfolded as Storm and the warriors transformed into their wolf forms and launched their attack.
Vione instinctively stepped back after catching a glimpse of the golden wolf. Somehow, she felt the golden wolf urging her to move aside. She obeyed, retreating as the golden wolf lunged forward.
On the other hand, Mireya could not shift her focus from the golden wolf. Her hands clenched tightly and she unconsciously began to bite her lower lip. Gradually, her restlessness turned into real concern. The eyes, the way it stared, and the shape of the golden wolf were unmistakable. But how could that be?
In his majestic wolf form, Storm let out a commanding howl. Four warriors leapt forward with their front paws raised, sharp claws gleaming in the moonlight, ready to tear at
