Sandy's POV
The wolves stepped out from the treeline. Their eyes burned bright in the darkness, each pair a different shade—amber, emerald, sapphire.
My lungs seized as I stumbled backward. The pack froze, baring their fangs while they waited for some unseen signal.
Without my abilities, I couldn't read their intentions. But how had Charles failed to detect this force approaching?
My eyes darted to him instinctively.
He stood completely isolated. Terror clawed at my chest.
Just the two of us. Facing down at least twelve wolves with nothing but our bare hands.
One wolf lifted its muzzle and released a bone-chilling howl. The others joined in chorus. I knew that sound—it meant they were about to strike.
The earth trembled beneath my feet, confirming my worst fears.
These weren't ordinary wolves. They had to be seasoned fighters, warriors with years of combat experience. The raw power radiating from them made it difficult to breathe.
