Teddy’s POV
It looked like a war zone inside the building. Wolves and people fought tooth, claw, and hand as some tried to flee the fighting. Clothing littered the floor of the ones who were able to shift, torn dresses and suits alike. The smell of black licorice was thick in the air and more wolves and people filed in from the back of the ballroom.
I dodged to the side as a wolf went sailing at me, foam streaming from the mouth in a battle rage. I was about to shift, but Chester reached around me and tackled the wolf. He picked it up in his arms and squeezed the wolf in a vice grip, a pop and crack could be heard as the animal went limp; its back being shattered.
“I’ve got your back, let’s go get your girl.” Chester tossed the body to the side like it was nothing, following me and tac
