The villainous rogues attacked swiftly, a blur of snarls and sharp blades. Damien was faster, his movements fluid and lethal as he took down the first rogue with terrifying precision. But as I moved to defend myself, one of them grabbed me by the throat, his claws digging into my skin. Panic seized me as he lifted me off the ground, cutting off my air.
"Help..." I gasped, the air escaping my lungs.
Damien’s cold gaze didn’t flicker, didn’t change. It was as if he didn’t care. For a heartbeat, I thought that he would let the rogue crush my windpipe without flinching. But then, his voice, calm and measured, broke through the chaos as he used his wolf to reach out to mine. I still couldn't understand how he could do that. “Use your claws.”
It took me a second to register what he meant, but
