Maia's POV
I feel chills running up my spine while I'm looking upwards at the hybrids entering the room from the shattering roof above. Where the duck did they come from?
But then again, I had already picked up a hybrid scent here earlier. So this must have been an arranged attack.
Even before I can get my thoughts together, the creatures descend down all around us, where we are standing at the center of the ballroom. The ones on the ground stand in a circle around the werewolves here, and I see four more hybrids landing onto the elevated floor, where Ron's Dad and the other men are standing.
Seeing that we are all cornered, I slip my hand around Ron's waist and lean myself closer onto him, while he also keeps his hand around my waist. This party has, all of a sudden, become quite frig
