CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE: Anastasia's Fight

ANASTASIA’S POV:

I clutch Zachary tighter to my chest, his tiny form trembling against me. He may not fully understand what’s happening, but the noises from everywhere are enough to make him sense that something isn’t right.

I peer out the window. Through its glass, I see them – the werewolves. Their massive forms clash in a frenzy of blood and fur, canines bared in primal rage. It’s a scene straight out of the books I’ve read, the movies I’ve watched, but to witness it in real life is something altogether different. The sounds of snarls and growls echo through the night, sending shivers down my spine.

I scan the massive vineyard, but I don’t see Hugh’s gray wolf. And not seeing him makes me really anxious.

I tear my gaze away from the window, unable to bear the sight any longer. Then I sink back into the couch, pulling Zachary even tighter to me, as if my embrace alone can shield him from the horrors outside. I squeeze my eyes close, trying to block out the sounds of violence that