Being in the middle of a crowd is nothing reassuring. It’s even worse when you know half the people present are wishing for you to get killed. All eyes are directed at me, or at Nathaniel. I feel grateful to Bobo for standing close to me. His enormous figure attracts attention, and a lot of people seem surprised by his appearance, too. He is almost twice the size of a regular wolf, and those who are there in their animal form are showing signs of nervousness. I would be worried, too, if he wasn’t my bodyguard.
Nathaniel’s threats to Vincent are quite effective. Some of the Clan’s warriors have started growling, but I also see a lot of them slowly step back. Liam is walking, circling us while growling at anyone who dares to approach this invisible circle. Tonia is standing at the back,
