Shyla’s P.O.V.
“How dare you!”
This wasn’t just a phrase but thunder, each word a sharp c***k of lightning. The person unleashing his rage on us was none other than that great Lycan King Maddox Miller, the last person I wished to see after that tiring evening.
Before I could react or respond to this absurd query, my arms were empty. Allen, to whom I was hugging a few seconds ago, flew like a dried leaf in a storm, hitting the adjacent wall with full force.
“What just happened here?”
My mind was unable to solve this puzzle as a whirlwind of pure rage attacked Allen, kicking and punching him relentlessly.
All this happening was like a fast-forward scene of a movie, where half-shifted lycan’s ferocious growls were shattering my eardrums while thrashing a helpless man.
“Shyl!”
Allen’s
