Chapter 171 Layla's Pov

• At the battle field, I dodged a wild swipe aimed at me, slipping through the chaos with a single goal: get to Nate. But James-where had he come from? And why now? I didn't have time to piece it together, not when every second counted.
• The battle stretched before me, a storm of fur and fangs, but I refused to get lost in the madness. My pulse raced with each step as Augustus's men spilled from the treeline, a shadowy force intent on our destruction. The air was thick with the metallic tang of blood, but my mind was sharp. Nate needed me.
• Freddie fought fiercely, his eyes locked onto the same target-protecting those he cared about. His body was battered, his fur stained with blood, but he stood tall, refusing to be broken.