Yuri's POV
The anguished howl of a wolf tore through the silence, wrenching me out of sleep. It wasn’t just any howl—it carried grief, a warning, something terrible had happened. My chest tightened as I threw the blanket off, jumped out of bed, and hurriedly changed out of my pajamas. I stumbled out of the room and raced toward the manor’s entrance.
Before I could steady myself, a powerful gust of wind barreled past me, nearly knocking me off my feet. Mac sped by, a blur of movement, but the sheer force sent me staggering back until I landed flat on my backside. I groaned in pain, feeling both frustrated and clumsy.
“You’ve gone rusty,” a familiar voice quipped.
I glanced up to see Drake smirking down at me, the usual spark of amusement dancing in his eyes. I shot him a glare, my cheek
