Chapter 31

Flora’s P.O.V

Coming to a sudden halt, I turned back to my human form, falling to my feet as my legs gave out from under me.

But then Clay was right beside me, taking me into his arms, in his human form as well.

“Clay…you need to heal?” I looked at his bloody form and went to place my hand on the gash on his abdomen, but he shook his head.

“Not now.” He stood up with me in his arms. “We need to get out of here first.”

I chanced a glance at Andre’s wolf as he lay sprawled on the forest floor, the heaving branch lying a few inches away from him. His form was massive, much larger than Clay or any other wolf I had seen and it was almost impossible to have a werewolf this large. This was the first time I had ever seen one so big and now that I had sensed the power from the wolf, I knew Andre had been lying about his age. He had to be the same age, or even older than Malachi.