The boys (2)

My heart pounded as I found myself surrounded by the group of werewolf descendants, their menacing glares making it clear that this was not a friendly encounter. Richard shot me a signal that conveyed both concern and reassurance.

Richard stepped forward, his posture radiating authority. "Let her go. We don't want any trouble."

The leader of the pack chuckled menacingly. "Trouble found you, little beta."

Before I could process what was happening, the situation escalated. The punch landed with a sickening thud, and Richard crumpled to the ground. I felt a surge of anger, but I knew I had to play it cool, at least for now.

As they continued their assault on Richard, my mind raced, searching for an escape plan. This wasn't a situation I could sass my way out of. I needed a distraction, something to throw them off their game.

I knew Richard'd be off to locate Killian and unleash the cavalry if necessary. But how to keep him alive for was the question.

“You wanted to hang out with me, my