Delilah.
In a grim and chaotic scene, a fatal fight erupts between strong werewolves. I grip my seat as the tension has reached a breaking point, and the air has grown thick with aggression. At every point, there is growling and shouting as claws fly and bodies clash.
It is a fight without weapons. Blood has been spilled, and the sounds of bones cracking are making my stomach roll. I watch as Desimind fights, Angel is in the crowd and I can see the worry on her face.
I cannot watch any longer when a stronger wolf claws Desmond to the ground and bashes his head. I squint, the visions of Thorn and how he defeated the red wolves evading my mind and I am about to get up. Thorn grabs a hold of my hand and he doesn’t say a word.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You are to stay here until the t
