Anya's Point of View

"Come on. We need to leave," Marcus sternly said. He's in a foul mood because our pack has been attacked by rouges, again, without our presence. One pack member is in critical condition right now. Damn rouges!

I hurried to follow him as not to increase his bad mood. His breathing was rigid, and his body was stiff. I put my hand on his arm to calm him down. His eyes flickered, from black back to its original color. I know he's on the edge of shifting, but he's trying to calm his wolf down. I snuggled close to him as he inhales my scent. We...