CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

“Get away from her!” he roared, his voice echoing off the walls.

Emma squinted, to her surprise, her vision was messing with her. It wasn't Morris but someone who had a striking resemblance to him,

She almost cursed herself. Why was she expecting Morris to come to rescue her? Because he did so once? Well, there might be no second time.

The werewolves hesitated, unsure of what to do. But the guy wasted no time, leaping at them with all his might.

“What the fuck are you going to tell the Alpha for hurting her?”

The room erupted into chaos as the guy and the werewolves engaged in a brutal fight. Emma watched in awe as he fought with skill and ferocity, taking down his opponents one by one who were doing more of trying to defend themselves than fight him.

Finally, the last werewolf fell, defeated and bloody. He turned to Emma, a look of concern on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, rushing to her side and untying her restraints.

Emma nodded, tears streaming down her face. “Thank you,” sh