Isla's heart raced as she clung to Liam's wolf body, her fingers tangling in his soft strawberry-blonde fur. The warmth of his muscular form pressed against her, a stark contrast to the cold fear that had gripped her moments before. "Maria," she whispered urgently, her voice trembling with desperation.
Liam's powerful muscles tensed beneath her. With a sudden burst of speed, he sprang forward, racing towards the roller coaster tracks where Maria was still locked in a violent battle with the two rogue wolves. Isla's body moved with him, her chest pressed against his back, her breath catching in her throat.
It had been years since she'd ridden a werewolf, and the sensation overwhelmed her senses. Liam's scent—a mix of pine, earth, and something wild and distinctly masculine—surrounded her completely. Each powerful stride sent a shiver down her spine, a complicated mix of fear, excitement, and something deeper she couldn't quite name.
As they approached the tracks, Isla's memories of bei
