Fiona
My cheek throbs where the man had hit me, but I can’t focus on that. My attention is solely focused on the two wolves tearing into each other.
One second, Ethan’s wolf was running at a man, and the next, within the time it took me to blink, another wolf was in front of him and Jameson Moore was gone. In his place stood a secondary wolf, and this one snapped at and clawed at Ethan’s wolf.
The fight only gets bloodier as they tussle in a whirlwind of claws, teeth, and fur.
“Let me go!” I shout at the man holding me. His fingers dig into my arm and the knife at my throat reminds me of the death awaiting me if I try to escape.
How could I not try, though? Ethan is fighting for both of our lives.
A pained howl breaks through the snarling, and I gasp. Jameson’s teeth sink into Eth
