Ovelia's POV
My eyes darted toward the bandits' hideout, where chaos unfolded before me. Ann was locked in combat with two werewolves near the witch, her movements swift and precise. Philip traded blows with Khaleed, his daggers flashing in the dim light. Ray was a whirlwind of silver and orange fur, taking down bandits left and right. And Ace—Ace was facing off against a massive black werewolf, their clash sending shockwaves through the ground.
My hands began to tremble, the memories of the black werewolf that had attacked me flooding back. The fear was paralyzing, and I sank to the ground, hugging my knees tightly to my chest. I needed to calm down. That werewolf couldn't hurt me anymore. Ace and the others were here. They would protect me.
A rustling sound came from the bushes nearby, and my heart leaped into my throat. It was just like earlier with Ann. Please, let it just be another rabbit.
Ann's POV
