Pauline's POV
Logan's powerful frame collided with me as he shoved me away from the incoming threat. The impact sent me tumbling to the forest floor, my palms scraping against rough earth and scattered leaves.
My lungs burned as I fought to steady my breathing. Behind me, Windsor's sharp intake of breath cut through the chaos as she rushed to help me stand. But Logan had already engaged the enemy, his body moving like a weapon against rogues who circled him with predatory precision.
My muscles locked as I watched the brutal dance unfold. Fists crashed against bone, teeth flashed white in snarling faces, yet every fighter remained in human form. The impossibility of it made my head spin.
Alphas possessed supernatural strength even without shifting, their wolf essence flowing through every fiber of their being. Regular wolves like myself needed our animal form to access even a fraction of that raw power. Yet these rogues matched Logan's devastating blows without transformation.
