TYRONE
A werewolf’s senses were heightened during a battle. Once our animal side takes over, it’s as if we enter survival mode. As long as the adrenaline is running through our veins, all we care about is protecting our home, our family, and ourselves. Everything else becomes meaningless until we feel safe again.
Nevan watched the end of the fight from the sidelines, taking a moment to gather his strength again. Our muscles were sore, our wounds had barely started healing. But even with the situation under control, I couldn’t relax. My anger should have subsided, but it didn’t. It grew larger still.
After the last basilisk was killed, there was no more reason to fight. We had succeeded in defending our pack. All threats had been eliminated. Or at least, they should have been. Yet when N
