The night was set in the mood of the fight. As if the forest was not there, a rush of wind came at the six of them on the road. Their cloaks were floating in the air. The werewolves stood in a wide stance. 

        Joni drew in a long breath, “Let go of me, you bastard.” He slaps at Finley’s hold on his neck.

        “Die, you wretched mutt,” Finley’s nails scratched deep into Joni’s neck.

Xander leaped at Finley. Marco rushed at the Alpha’s legs. They both rumbled in the dirt. Manny was the only viable option. Joni was beginning to lose consciousness. He was bleeding down his neck. 

Ophelia...