The look of fury in my eyes mirrored the chaos before me. I had to do something—anything—before someone got seriously hurt.
We need to stop them, Lyra, Amira, my wolf, warned urgently.
"I know," I muttered under my breath. "But I can’t just expose myself like that."
My gaze darted between their faces—fangs bared, saliva dripping from their snarling mouths. The rage in their glowing eyes was deadly.
"The fury and anger we shifters carry..." I whispered to myself.
Suddenly, a loud growl erupted from Chloe, reverberating through the room. The air thickened with tension. She and Chase stood barely ten feet apart, muscles taut, claws extended, golden eyes blazing.
The silence between them wasn’t peaceful—it was a countdown.
"You always thought you were better than me," Chase snarled at h
