STELLA
“Xave!” I shout and luckily he reacts quite fast as the wolves jump out of the dark. He pushes me to the ground and shifts, meeting his enemies with a loud protective roar. He must be super pissed, considering that they chose the worst possible moment for their attack.
But there are three of them. And he is alone. I shiver at the thought.
I have nothing. I am of absolutely no help to him. s**t, I should have at least taken a bottle of wolfsbane or something. How reckless! How stupid!
But as I am thinking about that, a wolf’s bloody head falls to my feet. I look at the fight and see how Draco’s beautiful fur is covered in blood now. Apparently, not his, as one of the ugly, smelly, brown wolves that attacked us is now dead. And the other two are not looking super sure of themsel
