Veronica POV
Veronica snarled, snapping her jaws as the wolves crept closer, eyes gleaming with hunger. Her heart raced, adrenaline roaring through her, but she held her ground. Two more rogues appeared from the shadows, and Veronica’s heart sank.
At least Wrenna got away.
She glanced over her shoulder, searching the trees. No sign of the little girl. A shaky breath left her lips.
Good. Just stay hidden, baby wolf.
Veronica shifted back into her human form, muscles burning from the change. She hated shifting in front of others—hated being exposed like this—but desperate times didn’t ask for permission. Her clothes were gone, torn during the shift, but modesty was a luxury she couldn't afford.
There was no time. No backup.
She wasn’t part of Brax’s pack yet, which meant she couldn’t
