Chapter 84

• Ayla POV
• My feet stumbled as I was pushed forward, but I managed to steady myself. The wolf that was once Callan stepped forward snarling, white pointed teeth that looked sharper than Freddie Krueger's claws flashed as his mouth pulled back and he bared his teeth, drool dripped from his mouth onto the floor beneath him, my body went cold with fear as my stomach clenched. I slowly stepped back, holding my trembling hands out in the hopes the beast before me would see me as no threat. The monstrous wolf stepped forward, changing into Callan in all his glory right before my eyes.
• “Ayla, I won't hurt you,” he whispered.