TIARA THORNELLS
“Hmmm—hmm!” I shook my head, struggling to free myself from his grip as he prepared to sink his long claws into me. But suddenly, he let out a low growl of pain, loosening his hold on my mouth. That was the moment I seized the chance to crawl away from on top of him.
He clutched at the large gashes on his body, the werewolf’s strength visibly fading from the sheer number of wounds he had endured. His breaths were ragged, and his figure trembled against the snow-dusted ground.
I gasped for air, the heat of panic steaming from my skin. My heart pounded relentlessly in my chest as the horror of what I’d just experienced slowly registered in my mind.
I couldn’t believe it.
I had just faced a creature that mortals like us feared the most.
But instead of running away, my h
