#Chapter 270 Comfort After the Battle

I knew letting my fear take over could get me killed. But during my self-defense classes, I never imagined how terrifying it would be to face the red wolves alone.

“Victor,” I cried out in my mind as the snarling pair circled me, the streetlights glinting off their angry eyes and sharp teeth.

My own anger began to build when I realized one or both of these werewolves killed Deirdre, and they almost killed my best friend’s father.

“Who are you!” I screamed. “You are nothing but murdering cowards, and I promise you will pay for your crimes.”

My words struck them like darts. The enraged snarls grew more intense, and they crouched low, ready to spring at me.”

“Daisy, remember your training,” Diana begged. “Shift, right now!”

“Diana, come forth,” I commanded.

I shifted in a flurry of fabric pieces, and my wolf’s snarls joined those of the rogue wolves.

They were communicating telepathically, and I could tell when they signaled each other that it was time to attack. Ready for the worst, I m