Angela Rivers' scream echoed through the Sanctuary as Maren's claws descended, the air thick with the smell of blood from her body. Pain seared her arm where the werewolf's talons had raked her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror gripping her heart.
Maren loomed, her snarl promising an end to Angela's desperate quest. The spirit realm pressed closer, its cold fingers clawing at the edges of reality, blurring the line between the physical world and the ethereal void.
But then the howl pierced the air, a fierce, resonant cry that shook the trees and made the stones tremble. The moonlight-furred werewolf crashed into Maren with unbridled force, knocking the larger beast off balance. Angela's eyes widened in disbelief as the smaller wolf's form solidified, its movements precise, powerful, controlled. Bella.
