Ava’s POV
“Arthur!”
I heard Amelia's voice loudly in the cold night
I couldn’t see anything. My eyes had shut, my body heavy and weak. But I felt it immediately, something changed.
A loud crack was heard…something… someone had struck Arthur. His grip on me loosened, and I fell hard onto the cold ground.
I gasped, my lungs fighting for air. My head spun, but I forced my eyes open. Through the haze, I saw everyone struggling to help in one way or the other.
Arthur had turned away from me, his focus now on Amelia and Charles.
They stood together, their body tense, ready to fight.
“Stay down, Ava,” Charles growled. His sharp claws extended, his wolf instincts kicking in.
I wanted to obey, but my body shook as I pushed myself up on my elbows. My heart pounded as Arthur walked toward them, his glowing red eyes locked onto them like a predator about to strike.
“Arthur,” I muttered, knowing he couldn't hear me but I continued anyway.
“Arthur,” I pleaded again. “Please stop.”
My pleas mean
