I was surrounded by eleven furious beasts who desired to boast of their success in capturing, for their leader, the precious prey that had eluded them for so long.
Through the slip of sensations and feelings I could perceive from each of them, I was certain that their ambition for the reward they already savored was what united them.
With the help of the twelfth beast that now accompanied them, they believed they only needed to stretch out their claws to achieve the triumph they already had served on a golden platter.
My eyes remained fixed on Mel, but my heart was with the twins, whom I felt agonizing, and now also with Aly's mangled, bloodied, and barely alive body, held in her human form by the white wolf who had the ability to neutralize the wolves of her kind.
I knew that at an
