Thomas’s Pov
I was in the midst of an intense training session with members of our pack. The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over our sparring grounds. The atmosphere was charged with energy as we honed our skills, preparing for the impending war that loomed ever closer.
The sound of clashing fists and grunts of effort filled the air, but amid the cacophony, I heard a different noise. A bone-chilling growl followed by a feminine scream sent shivers down my spine. It was Annabel's voice, and it carried a note of distress that cut through the night.
My heart raced as I dashed toward the source of the commotion. Panic clawed at my chest, the fear of something terrible happening to Annabel gripping me with a vice-like grip. She was my anchor, the love of my life, and
