Raven's POV
I keep running the moment I realize they aren’t from my pack.
But then I notice, they’re running after me.
Panic blooms in my chest as they close in, their movements calculated. They don’t just chase me; they slam into me, trying to knock me off balance.
I dodge as much as I can, using my speed and agility to stay ahead. Werewolves may be large, but we are fast. Still, they are more experienced with their wolves than I am with mine. It doesn’t take long before they overpower me.
A furious snarl rips from my throat as they pin me down. My wolf thrashes, enraged at being restrained again.
We shift back to our human forms, and I barely have time to catch my breath before strong hands clamp down on my arms, holding me in place between the two of them.
“Who are you?” I shout,
