Mine
They all wanted to see what would happen next.
His body tilted backward, and he grabbed desperately at the ground, his claws digging into dirt and stone as he hung off the edge of the cliff by sheer instinct alone. Hugh struggled violently, trying to pull himself up, but the deep gash on his back made every movement excruciatingly painful. His muscles trembled under the strain, and it became painfully clear that he wouldn’t be able to climb back up on his own.
Gasps erupted across the battlefield.
Every werewolf from the White Moon pack turned toward the cliff, watching in stunned silence as their Alpha clung to the edge, his body suspended over a deadly drop.