Chapter 166 Layla's Pov

• A hush fell over the clearing. The remaining rogues stared in stunned silence, their defiance replaced by sheer terror. Then, with a whimper, one by one, they turned tail and fled into the undergrowth.
• The silver wolf stood panting, blood staining its fur, its victory seemingly complete. But as it let out a triumphant howl, the full extent of its injuries became apparent. It swayed unsteadily, its breaths shallow and ragged.
• A wave of concern washed over me. “We have to help it,” I blurted out, ignoring the throbbing pain in my wrists.