Chapter 22 Into The Maw Of The Wolves

• The air felt icy as the rogue wolves stepped out of the shadows. Their eyes shone in the low light, filled with a fierce hunger that made me shiver. I had dealt with many challenges in recent weeks—fights, betrayals, changes I never imagined—but nothing could prepare me for this moment.
• “Asher…” I said softly, my voice shaking. He was still trying to catch his breath, staring at Julian with a mix of anger and uncertainty. But even Asher’s fury couldn’t mask the growls that grew louder around us.
• Julian wiped the blood from his lip and took a small step forward. His eyes were locked on the wolves, his body tense. “They want her,” he said grimly, glancing at me.