CHAPTER TWENTY
Claws rake the air, a hairsbreadth from my face. I roll to the side, feeling the cobblestones scrape against my skin through the tatters of my shirt. The night is alive with snarls and growls, the rooftop an arena atop the world. My heart beats a frantic rhythm as I dodge another lunge.
"Come on, Mia!" I mutter to myself, gripping the silver-knuckled glove tighter. It's my only advantage in this uneven fight.
A shadow flits over the moonlit parapets—a figure, swift and silent. Henry. His blonde hair is like a beacon in the monochrome chaos, the blue in his eyes catching the lunar glow as he lands in a crouch. He shouldn't be here. Not amidst fangs and fury.
"Get out of here, Henry!" I shout, but it's lost in the cacophony.
The wolves seem to ripple with excitement, thei
