Elsa
"Break his legs," I ordered, my voice steady despite the chaos around us. Adam and Lucas, without a moment’s hesitation, combined their strength and snapped Clifford’s legs, neutralizing him in a matter of seconds. He crumpled, incapacitated, no longer a threat.
Turning away from Clifford, I set my sights on the rest of the intruding wolves, each of them fueled by some wild, unnatural rage. I lifted my gun, the world around me narrowing to the steady rhythm of aim and fire. One by one, they fell, and I kept replacing the cartridge, mindlessly, almost automatically. It was as if I were on autopilot, moving through the motions with grim resolve.
These wolves were too far gone to understand, to realize that this had shifted into a one-sided battle. They didn’t have the sense to retre
