Layla’s POV
A wolf lunges forward, appearing out of nowhere, and slams into the wolf attacking me. However, my savior isn’t Alexander. The gray wolf standing over me is… Vincent?
Alexander is too far away to intervene, his expression dark and grim as he watches Vincent protect me. Was I wrong? Was seeing him come toward me an illusion?
He’s still standing on the dais beside Camila.
A loud snarl echoes around me, and I look up just in time to see Vincent force my attacker to the ground. With his jaws around the back of the warrior’s neck, he forces him to submit. I move away, shifting back to my human form at the same time the two of them do.
“Dishonor!” Vincent roars, grabbing the warrior again. “You should be ashamed for attacking an unprepared opponent in a fair match.”
I don’t
