Chapter 23: An Unlikely Ally (part 1)
Throughout the chaos, William suddenly caught sight of a large shadowy, movement stalking across the room like a predator hunting its prey. White fangs and reddish, brown-colored eyes stood out against the faint glow of the moonlight, but he could barely see the newcomer through the dust and haze of his tears.
And when he did, when he finally ealized what it was, his heart very nearly leapt out of his throat in fright. What the fucking hell is a werewolf doing here?!
To say the werewolf was massive was an understatement as he was almost as towering as the Cyclopes. The werewolf with matted, dark brown fur stood on his feet slightly hunched, his fangs and dark claws longer and sharper than the rogues William had faced a few months ago in the borders of the Western pack.
A half-shifter, William realized, face paling.
Fuck.