Esme clutched the metal stick with quivering hands, and she dashed towards the direction where Leonardo had led the four demon wolves. The thought of those monsters getting their hands on her little brother was unbearable. She scanned the area, wondering if there were more wolves lurking around, but there was none at sight.
Her footsteps halted as she stumbled upon a brutal scene. A pack of lycans, led by a majestic golden-furred beast with blazing eyes, was savagely tearing into the demon wolves. Lennox, in his lycan form, seized a demon wolf by the throat. The demon's jaw snapped wildly as it attempted to bite his face, but that only made the lycan growl at its audacity. In a swift motion, he hurled the wolf into a nearby building, sending it crashing into a pile of rubble.
The remaining three were being overwhelmed, but Finnian was nowhere to be found. Esme's grip on the metal stick turned moist, her palm slick with sweat, and she sensed an eerie unease in the air.
