44.2

A dense ring of werewolves tightened around the two wolves in the center. Both brown, powerful, they are frozen on opposite sides of the circle. Bending down, ready for the next jump, not taking their eyes off each other, they waited. The fact that there had already been clashes was indicated by the crimson fur on their skin. Each left a mark on his opponent. The snowy glade was covered with dark spots - bloody footprints.

The werewolf with the yellow stripe on his skin was alert. His eye contact with the enemy was broken, and his gaze darted among the werewolves in search.

"Go," Luke nudged me in the back.

The wolves parted, allowing me to come closer. The moment Reid noticed me, when his eyes fell on my hand, Trent struck. He took advantage of Reed's distraction. But he did not take into account the fury of his son, who saw the consequences of the attack on his couple.

Reid was unstoppable. Tore, fell and tore again. Trent gave up. He no longer had time to attack, he tried to jum