CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
The moon hangs high, a beacon in the ink-black sky as chaos erupts around me. A symphony of snarls and growls pierces the still night air, an eerie soundtrack to the nightmare unfolding. The rogue wolves are upon us, their fur matted and eyes wild with a bloodlust that chills my very soul.
"Fall back!" Silas's command slices through the cacophony, his voice a familiar anchor in the tumult. I watch him move with lethal grace, his tall, muscular form a blur of motion as he engages one assailant after another. His brown hair glints under the lunar glow, a stark contrast to the darkness of our foes.
I'm fighting back-to-back with him. My own heart hammers in my chest, adrenaline fueling my movements. Each snap of my jaws, each swipe of my claws, is precise—years of trai
