Shyla’s P.O.V.

“How dare you!”

This wasn’t just a phrase but thunder, each word a sharp crack of lightning. The person unleashing his rage on us was none other than that great Lycan King Maddox Miller, the last person I wished to see after that tiring evening.

Before I could react or respond to this absurd query, my arms were empty. Allen, to whom I was hugging a few seconds ago, flew like a dried leaf in a storm, hitting the adjacent wall with full force.

“What just happened here?”

My mind was unable to solve this puzzle as a whirlwind of pure rage attacked Allen, kicking and punching him...