Chapter 270 Comfort After The Battle

• I knew letting my fear take over could get me killed. But during my self-defense classes, I never imagined how terrifying it would be to face the red wolves alone.
• “Victor,” I cried out in my mind as the snarling pair circled me, the streetlights glinting off their angry eyes and sharp teeth.
• My own anger began to build when I realized one or both of these werewolves killed Deirdre, and they almost killed my best friend’s father.