Sylvia's POV
The three wolves charged toward us. Caesar, despite his injury, moved with lethal precision to intercept the first two. I faced the third—a hulking beta with razor-sharp claws extended.
"Sorry, sweetheart," he growled. "Nothing personal."
My lips curled into a cold smile. "Oh, it's entirely personal now."
As he lunged, I dropped into the fighting stance that generations of Frostfang Alphas had perfected. Charna's strength flowed through my veins as I sidestepped his attack, using his momentum against him. With a fluid movement, I drove the tranquilizer into his neck, depressing the plunger.
His eyes widened in shock, both at the injection and at the skill with which I'd outmaneuvered him. Within seconds, his movements became sluggish.
"What... what are you?
