ASTRID
The room was a storm of chaos. I had been trying to focus on anything other than the two men tearing my room apart. Atlas and Magnus, two Alpha wolves whose rivalry had become unbearable, I had seen them clash before, but this was the first time I had seen them clash.
"Stop it! Stop it, both of you!" I screamed, but the noise of their battle swallowed my voice. The sound of fists connecting with flesh and the crash of furniture falling apart was overwhelming. My bed, my dresser, even the ornate mirror I'd loved so much, all shattered under their violence.
I darted forward, desperate to intervene, to stop the madness before it consumed them both. But as I reached out, I felt a sharp pain rip through my arm. I stumbled backwards, clutching the wound as blood seeped between my fingers.
"Argh!" The scream tore from my throat, and the room froze.
