Mariana’s POV
The courtyard was still smoking from the barrage of fights happening when the last of the assassins fell. My arms were shaking, blood running down my forearm, the metallic scent of blood spilled on the whole floor of the mansion thick in the air. My eyes are turned wolf just like Victor and Rozen.
They prevented themselves from staying in their shifted forms for so long, cautious that they would go feral. On the yard, Justin successfully curbed the other assassins.
Gasping, I met the eyes of my mate who got a big wide grin in his mouth seeing me holding the decapitated head of a rogue wolf assassin.
I smiled back thinking to myself that it was all over only to spot another assassin crawling from underneath the shadows, breathing heavily from his wounds while clutching his
