Nyxia’s POV:
The heat in my core flared again, but this time it was mixed with something else—rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. I clenched my fists, feeling my nails dig into my palms as my mind raced.
"Get the hell away from me!" I hissed, my voice trembling with fury.
But they didn’t listen. The first wolf lunged at me, his claws slashing through the air, tearing at my wedding dress. The fabric ripped away from my thigh, a sharp sting of pain following as his claws raked across my skin, leaving behind a searing burn. Blood welled up from the wound, soaking through the remains of the dress. I stumbled back, struggling to stay on my feet.
Before I could react, the second wolf was on me, teeth bared as he ripped the dress from my back, leaving me exposed to the cold night air.
"Careful.
