Chapter 38

The courtyard, once a haven for shared memories, now bore witness to a tumultuous ballet of blood and fur. Wolves clashed under the moonlit sky, snarls and yelps creating an unsettling symphony. As Zavier and I rushed to Dominico's aid, the air buzzed with an electrifying tension, a volatile blend of loyalty and vengeance.

"Dominico!" I cried, the urgency in my voice slicing through the chaos. Our eyes met, a shared determination to confront the looming threat. The rogue wolves, remnants of Arion's calculated assault, circled with predatory intent.

Zavier, his fur a sleek shadow in the moonlight, lunged at the nearest rogue wolf, teeth clashing in a fierce display of dominance. I shifted into my wolf form, the power surging through me as I joined the fray.

Dominico fought valiantly, a formidable force against the encroaching adversaries. The courtyard became a battleground, a theater of primal instincts and strategic maneuvers. The scent of blood hung thick in the air as we waged a wa