CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

One of Andrew's clawed hands gripped Caleb's neck, drilling into his skin. The other one sunk into his belly. He dragged his claws down the belly, leaving a huge gash before tossing him away.

He roared again, his bones had begun snapping and rearranging.

"Get him," Douglas growled, his initial shock wiped out as he advanced towards Andrew, who had begun shifting. A werewolf was at its weakest when it changed. If they didn't capture Andrew now, he feared that they'd never be able to capture him again. And the anger rolling out from his wolf was a clear sign that it was going to turn feral when it completed its change.

He noticed that it was only Laura who ran alongside him, everyone wolf had fallen to the ground, whimpering. Even Laura's movements were slow.

Noticing Douglas, Andrew's wolf paused the change and fled out of the arena. Immediately after it left the wolves were released.

Douglas howled, rousing the main warriors of the pack. They couldn't allow Andrew get into his territ