Lily stood in the center of the room, her pulse quickening as shadows of werewolves loomed around her, their eyes glinting like shards of glass in the flickering light. The weight of her humanity felt heavy against the primal energy that pulsed in the air. My gaze drifted slowly to Asher, who leaned against the grand, stone fireplace, contrasting sharply with the fierce intensity etched on his features.
I felt frozen in place, a whirlwind of thoughts swirling in my mind and leaving me speechless. Just as the tension thickened, Lily broke the silence. With an unexpected grace, she approached me and enveloped me in a warm embrace that felt like a fragile promise amid chaos.
But then I heard it—a low, menacing growl rumbling from Asher's direction, sending a shiver down my spine. Realizing
