Lyra
In horror, I watched Liam’s wolf collide with the tattooed man’s wolf.
Within seconds, their claws were tangled, fangs bared to the earth, and snarls ripped through the air.
I could barely breathe. I could barely even see through my blurred eyes.
Blood. My own blood was warm against my skin, soaking into my clothes. My fingers twitched weakly, and my body refused to move, rendering me useless and nothing but a bleeding spectator to the chaos happening in front of me.
With Liam on top, one paw to the tattooed man’s neck, he raised the other to strike. For a moment, I thought it was over. I thought he would kill him right there. But what happened next shocked me.
As Liam brought his paw down, the tattooed man suddenly shoved him off and scrambled to his feet. Stumbling back, blood
