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The sense of dread hit so hard and so fast, I didn’t understand where it was coming from. Not until a wolf to my right suddenly broke off, her jaws snapping at something I couldn’t see. We all came to an abrupt stop as ferals surrounded us.

“Bryn, stay close to me!” Night barked, sinking his fangs into a feral who had lunged at him. He tossed the wolf away.

I was already moving in as close as I could get without pressing against him. Lance and Dom swarmed in next to me, forming a triangle to protect me from the attack. I looked around, my heart racing at the sheer number of ferals darting in and out between the trees. One by one, our wolves were being overwhelmed by the incoming ferals.

“Where the hell did they come from?” Lance growled, then snapped at a wolf when they got too close.

“We’ll figure it out later!” Dom replied. “We need to get Bryn out of here!”

Every passing second felt like a lifetime. It was like we were in the eye of a tornado of vicious, sharp teeth. My heart rate