Calista
Leave her alone!
The voice cut through the chaos like a knife. My head snapped up, and I saw Layla standing there, her eyes looking at me concerned etched through her face. Her presence anchored me. I focused on her voice, letting it pull me back from the edge. The rage inside me subsided, and I felt the fangs slowly retract.
Layla rushed to my side, her hand on my shoulder, grounding me further. "Are you okay?" she asked, her voice a mixture of concern and urgency.
I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "I think so," I said, though the pain had subsided, the cut still throbbed but a sudden hunger took over me. The rage had triggered the thirst and it was demanding the blood of those girls. No other human or werewolf’s blood drew me in at the moment.
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