Last Strand

Ashlyn got down the stairs and spotted Elijah standing at the hotel lobby. She approached him.

"Where is Elaine?" she questioned.

"She is out. We can catch up to her on the way."

She nodded about to walk forward when he held on to her hand, intertwining their fingers next, and maintained his pace with hers.

Her eyes fell on their hands. Contentment settled in her chest before she moved away her gaze.

Silence was between both of them as they walked out of the hotel. This area was desolate and not many werewolves hung around this area. It was still undergoing construction in order to make it a more habitable place.

Ashlyn's eyes narrowed when she noticed the hostile figures surrounding them from all sides, leaving no space for them to walk away.

Her gaze swept over them, trying to coun the number of rogue werewolves. There should be more than ten of them.

All of them stared at them ferociously. Their mouths were open, their sharp fangs being shown as a result. They were ready to pounce