Eliza’s POV
My blood boiled at the sight, infusing me with a raw, uncontained rage that eclipsed everything else.
“THERON!” I howled, my voice filled with desperation and fury. It shattered the air around us, reverberating with primal energy.
As if my scream had triggered something, I charged forward, a blur of fur and fangs, desperation propelling me.
The world narrowed to that intense moment, each heartbeat a drum calling me to action. I could feel Jasmine stirring again, the need to protect a power surging through us, binding us in our shared purpose.
In an instant, I leapt, agile and relentless, my claws outstretched. The black wolf turned its attention to me, its glowing eyes narrowing. But it was too late—I collided with it, knocking it off Theron. The force of my assault sen
