My Mate, My Bully
He grabs the weapon, yanking it out of the man’s hands before delivering a swift punch to his jaw.
The guy goes down, and Trix turns to me, his expression grim.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, even though my legs feel like they’re about to give out.
The sound of a wolf’s howl pierces the air, and I glance over to see one of the Nardoos locked in a vicious fight with a pack guard.
It’s a horrifying sight, but I can’t look away.
I see Salcom retreating, and his stupid laughter fades as he steps away from the whole drama. My chest tightens with confusion. Why is he leaving the fight? Isn’t this his whole show?
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