Nervous

When the bell rang, lights flashed red around the room, alerting them of an emergency. Even though Ashlyn was prepared for the attack, it didn’t mean she wanted it to happen on this special night.

All werewolves panicked and started to move haphazardly. The guards stationed were already working to gather them and calmly guide the women to the basement for their safety.

Seeing how everything will be handled fine here, she knew she had to go outside to assess the situation. That’s when she noticed the fumes of gases clouding the room.

“Everyone, hold in your breath!” she shouted.

Just a whiff of that was able to get her chest and head to feel heavy. Noting the scent in her mind, she tried to figure out the components. She marked the few identifiable ones as toxic.

Heading out through the crowd, her hand came in contact with someone else’s. When the spark travelled through her being, igniting passion inside her chest, her eyes widened.

“Fuck,” a curse left her mouth.

Trained to react qui