Arella’s POV
I hated this part!
First, the deafening silence had settled over the cabin when Zane left. It wrapped around the cabin like a suffocating blanket, every creak of the wood or rustle of the trees outside setting my nerves on edge. My grip on the ax tightened, the cold metal grounding me as I paced the room. It was worse than any horror movie suspense and I hated it.
But then came the howls!
The night was filled with haunting growls and the distant sound of fighting sent shivers down my spine. My pulse quickened and my wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin. My body ached as if I was about to shift. But as much as I would love to be in my wolf form right now, Zane was right about one thing:
I didn’t know how to fight in my other form!
Damn, that stubborn, sexy beast…
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