A low growl cut Silvia off, and in the next moment, wolves burst out from the woods, their eyes glinting with purpose. My heart raced, my mind reeling—how had we not sensed them? These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves.
“Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said,
