Evelyn’s POV
My heart skipped a beat. I spun around and ran toward the commotion, everyone else right behind me.
Two workers were in the middle of a fistfight. A crowd had formed around them, split into two groups, both shouting at each other and cursing. It was total chaos.
I was furious. “Stop it! HEY! Knock it off!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.
But no one was listening.
Then, out of nowhere, a deep, guttural roar echoed across the site. Asher’s wolf howl. The power of his Alpha Aura swept through the crowd like a tidal wave. People staggered, bowing their heads in submission. Some even dropped to their knees. That’s just how werewolves are—our instincts force us to bow to strength.
The fistfight came to an immediate halt. The two fighters turned pale as they saw us stride stra
