CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT - DARK

PIXIE

Whimpering as she crawled to my side, Amber nosed at my snout.

I was panting, breathing hard from the exertion, the pain from shifting too fast, only adding to the agony of Gloria's claws. I couldn't shift back just yet, knowing that the pain would be far worse in my human form.

And I did not know what was happening outside. I didn't know if more wolves were approaching to attack or if Gloria and her plan had failed.

So I stayed in my wolf form, cuddling against Amber, who had curled her body around me protectively. All her wounds had finally healed, much to my relief, and Gloria hadn't been able to land a single blow. Amber had always been talented in battle, and she'd successfully taken on most of the males back home and come out victorious.

Amber glanced at Jonah, who was still lying motionless on the floor. I hoped with all my heart that it was only a sedative that Gloria had forced into his system. I could pick up his faint breaths, his heartbeat slow but definitely still t