C78 SEVENTY-EIGHT

Sneering and growling, Carrington lay Maverick on the floor and charged toward Emma.

Liam, Morris, and Clyde tried to interfere, but she stopped them. “No, he's mine,” she echoed.

They nodded, transcending into fighting the others.

The battlefield erupted into chaos as the wolves clashed in a flurry of teeth and claws. The air was thick with the scent of blood and sweat