Chapter 67

• Amely
• Amely's heart was racing. Guns started firing in all directions, wolves jumping, chasing, and snapping their jaws at each other. This time, the brain-washed werewolves were attacking specific opponents. They were not aimless pawns. They were completely ignoring the presence of the humans around them. To them, they were almost like trees, existent, but not important.
• She gasped and parted her lips when she saw Marcus attacking head-on the soldier who was holding his mate. The human fired a few shots, trying to hit him, but as a werewolf, Marcus possessed much faster reflexes and coordination. She knew even in his miserable condition he wouldn't let a human hurt him that easily.