Dylan's POV
I tried to force myself to summon my wolf, to let my anger boil over and transform into something more powerful. But before I could even try, an arrow pierced my lower abdomen. I growled in pain, my vision blurring for a moment. The pain that seared through me was inexplicable.
My warriors sprang into action, attacking Phil's warriors with the guns in their hands. But I watched as they pulled the triggers, nothing happened. The guns were empty, completely devoid of bullets.
The shocked expression on their faces must have mirrored mine. My pack warriors were caught off guard, their faces wore a grim expression and our assailants took advantage of the momentary confusion. They mocked and taunted us, their laughter echoing through the forest.
I gritted my teeth, trying to push
