Annah wondered why so but then her question was answered when instead of hitting the bricked pathway, someone pulled her from behind. She used her last ounce of strength and turned to the person who caught her.
But then she saw it. A handsome guy with a wicked grin on his face, looking down on her too.
The guy had a sharp canine teeth, all white and strong that it could possibly a flesh. Her eyes turned to his eyes and that was when her heart accelerated.
Golden eyes.
Canine teeth.
The man was a shape shifter!
A wolf!
"Let go of her!" Jomar shouted.
"Annah!"
Instead of letting Annah go, he gripped tight to her waist and stared at Maine and Jomar with the same grin on his face before he lifted his hand and chanted a spell.
"You're not thinking of hurting me with that little rod, boy?" his voice rumbled on Annah's back and she stayed helpless at his grip, feeling really weak.
