The tiny mask held by the black human figure was Amara's. Azer could not mistake it. Fear crept into his chest. His body felt like it was rooted in the ground, and his movement ceased. All he did was stare at that mask as if it held his lifeline.
Tyron witnessed the second prince gawking at the unidentified creature. He spat the hard skin he had bit from the monster's limb and dashed to the enormous black wolf, which was staring blankly at the black figure.
He couldn't understand why the second prince sported a terrified expression. Their alpha, Azer, was the most respectable warrior in their kin. He never retreated from battle and consistently achieved victory.
Even if he was faced with horrifying monsters, the leader of their park never showed fear against the enemy. He was always proud and brave and never lost his composure and vigilance. But at that moment, Tyron felt like he was looking at a different person.
