A feral wolf burst from the trees, its eyes glowing with a rabid hunger. The beast’s claws dug into the dirt as it charged, a low growl building into a snarl.
Caleb stepped protectively in front of the injured girl, fangs elongating. “Stay down!” he barked.
Freya remained frozen inside the car. Her heart thundered as she stared at the bloodied figure on the ground.
Amelia.
The name scraped against her chest like broken glass. Her best friend once.
The same girl who had smiled in her face while sneaking behind her back. The same girl who had exposed her as a hunter in Twilight pack. The same girl who had made sure her life in Torin’s territory was as unbearable as possible. Even after though she hadn’t even reacted when she learned she was sleeping with her betrothed.
And now she was
