Chapter 38

Sheila's point of view

My eyes narrowed around them carefully, as they regarded me with murderous intent. I held onto my dagger tightly, taking a few steps backwards. On my sudden movement, they lunged at me. I ducked around the pillar, moving through the tombstones, hoping to get to the entrance, but I was blocked by a wolf. Its sharp claws were aimed at me.

I pulled away from its path, turning backward when I was ambushed by another wolf. Its sharp claws slashed through my arm. The white orb in my hand fell to the ground, shattering at its sound against the ground. My hold on the phoenix stone in my other hand tightened. I could feel my blood rush freely from my arm.

I mumbled curses under my breath. I wished I could shift into my wolf. It would have been much better. I felt the pain eat away at my bones as I tried to flee, but there was nowhere to go, nor an exit to run to. These fucking rogues had me surrounded. I was at the center of the cemetery, with the