ASTRID'S POV.

A wave of unease washed over me, making my stomach churn. I swallowed hard, trying to brace myself for whatever nightmare was about to unfold.

My anger surged with each passing second, intertwining with the primal rage of my wolf.

A low growl escaped my lips, and I felt my fingers shift, transforming into sharp claws. With newfound strength, I yanked my hands free from the grip of the two men who had dragged me forward.

Fueled by determination, I swiftly kicked one of the men in the groin, watching as he doubled over in pain.

I then swung my claws into the side of the other man,...