TORN BETWEEN MATES
Xander shifts into his wolf, golden eyes glowing.
When I reach the edge of the field, I see them…Shadow wolves…Dozens of them, bigger than normal wolves, black as smoke, red eyes glowing in the dark.
They charge the pack house without mercy. I scream, “Protect the elders! Get the children to safety!”
The warriors shift and rush into battle. Xander leaps at the first shadow wolf, tearing into its neck.
I raise my hands, and light explodes from my fingertips, pushing back the shadows. But they keep coming. One after another, This isn’t just an attack…It’s a message.
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