Dave, who had seemingly materialized out of thin air, sprinted towards us to aid us. The man, startled by the growls of numerous werewolves that had been roused by Dave’s cries, fled the scene.
“You coward! Guards! Catch that intruder!” Dave bellowed, his voice echoing through the room. He then extended his hand towards me.
Healer Cruz, who had been nearby, hastened over to us, his brow furrowed in confusion. “A surprise attack?” he inquired, his tone filled with concern.
“Luna, are you alright? You’re bleeding,” Dave fretted as he attempted to stem the flow of blood from my palm.
“I’m fine, please help me check around,” I panted, my mind racing with worry. “Someone kidnaped Sawyer.”
Healer Cruz’s expression turned to one of disbelief. “How could young Master Sawyer be kidnapped, Luna
