ANNABEL’S POV
I followed Thomas with a sense of urgency, my senses attuned to the underlying tension in the air. As we raced through the pack territory, the distant echoes of howls and the scent of impending danger heightened our awareness.
The scene that unfolded before us was chaotic—a clash of fur and fang, the metallic tang of blood, and the urgency of a pack under siege. Adrenaline surged through my veins as we reached the epicenter of the turmoil.
"We need to help defend the pack," Thomas declared, his eyes locked onto the encroaching threat.
Without hesitation, we plunged into the fray. The intensity of the battle unfolded around us, each moment punctuated by snarls, the flash of claws, and the acrid scent of supernatural conflict. It was a tableau of chaos and determination, a
