Struggling to steady his breath, Florian faced a circle of werewolves closing in on him. In the center of this scene stood his sister.
Riona was injured and bleeding. Her skin was marred with scratches, and black liquid dripped from her wounds.
"Riona…" Florian's voice trembled with regret, wishing he could rewind time. "I'm sorry."
To his horror, Riona raised her hand with a commanding gesture. "Kill him!!!!" she yelled, sounding cold and authoritative.
The werewolves, seemingly obeying her like trained beasts, surged forward with a unified ferocity.
It wasn't just the full-grown beasts; even the pups and the elderly werewolves were in on the action.
Florian's heart sank as he recognized Zane and Puck among the attackers. Their eyes had shifted, glazed with an unsettling intensity as if possessed by some dark force.
Behind the frenzied pack stood Riona, her gaze fixed on him with an intensity that pierced through him.
