Azlynn’s P.O.V.

The forest groaned with the wind as the trees pressed closer, tall and brooding. I didn’t hesitate and launched at the attacker as the stench of blood danced into my nose.

Bleeding from the shoulder, uncle Earl’s wolf was yelping in pain. My instincts roared as Bella didn’t give that cloaked man a chance to run.

“You tried to kill my family. How dare you!”

Growling fiercely, I slashed again, blood cold and pulsing over my hands. He shrieked as I ripped into his cloak and flesh, pinning him to the ground with a force I didn’t know I possessed. All I could see was red, thrashing him...