The clearing was chaos. The sharp clash of claws and metal echoed through the air, mingling with the snarls and cries of wolves battling hunters. Lena’s heart raced as Garret stepped forward, his silver blade gleaming ominously in the moonlight. Beside her, Damien bristled, his body tense and ready to strike.
“Garret,” Lena said, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to protect the pack, not tear it apart.”
Garret’s face was a mask of cold resolve. “I am protecting the pack,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “Protecting it from you.”
Damien growled low in his throat. “If you think I’m going to let you hurt her, you’re more delusional than I thought.”
Without warning, Garret lunged, his blade slicing through the air with dead
