After Zion went feral, he could no longer distinguish friend from foe—he attacked anything that moved. His blood-red eyes saw only one image: Addison.
Meanwhile, Shura's massive frame slammed into a thick tree during his wild charge, the impact cracking the trunk with a deafening snap. The tree creaked ominously before slowly toppling over, but Shura didn't stop—he only pushed harder, his speed increasing as he tore through the forest.
Then, he caught the scent of his Beta. A low, dangerous growl rumbled from deep in Shura's chest.
Sensing the danger, Beta Greg didn't wait—he turned and ran. But no matter how much he tried, his wolf refused to come out. He couldn't shift. His desperate calls to his wolf were met with silence, as if it had already accepted its fate, ready to die at the hands of its Alpha without resistance.
