*Hadley*
In the split second it takes for fear to crystallize in my veins, Thiago, in his majestic wolf form, surges forward. His massive body barrels into the space between me and the descending enemy, intercepting the attack with a collision that echoes through the warehouse like a thunderclap.
The force sends the enemy sprawling, thrown off course by the sheer might of Thiago's intervention. His protective stance, a formidable barrier between me and harm, is a silent vow of safety in the chaos.
Thiago doesn't pause to savor the moment; his head swivels, amber eyes scanning for the next threat, always vigilant. I'm momentarily stunned by the primal power he embodies, the line between man and beast blurred in his protective ferocity.
“Thanks,” I mumble softly. The wolf gives me a nod
