Rise Of The Silver Wolf
I yelled, my voice cracking with desperation.
“Please Silvia, fight" I screamed, fighting harder against the hands holding me. They were too strong, and I couldn’t break free. My eyes darted around, searching for Adrian or his beta, but they were nowhere in sight. Then it hit me—my wolf was weakening. A small cut on my ankle burned, the pain spreading fast. *Wolfsbane,* Alexa whispered, her voice fading like a dying echo. “No, no, no!” I gasped, realizing why Silvia had suddenly gotten weak too. The wolfsbane was sapping our strength, leaving us vulnerable.
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