Ella
The entire house fell silent. There were no more loud noises, growls, or howls. The roar in the skies ceased, and it was as if everyone was paying attention to what was occurring in front of them.
No one dared move another paw or hand to keep this war going. It was as if the fate of both packs fell on our own hands. The two creatures who could decide who lived and who died.
Lucius’ Lycan, whose name we never learned, and were not interested in learning, paced back and forth, drooling, huffing, crazed.
Azandra followed him with an angry stare, eager to teach this bastard a lesson.
‘Easy, partner. Don’t take your eyes off him, but don’t attack too soon,’ I suggested, which to my own relief, Azandra nodded, her teeth still bared at him.
“Still not giving up? Oh, Ella,” he chuc
