Chapter 8

Zillon rotated his neck, his chest vibrating as he growled…on his hand, grayish hair protruded, quickly spreading all over his body until he was on four feet instead of two.

Liam did the same thing, his wolf brown with delicate spots of white… They were going to fight and Fredd stood between them both, his face nonchalant, but his heart filled with worry.

Liam had no chance in winning this match, he was a beta and Zillon was an alpha…one that was on the brink of wholly going feral…

He could kill Liam in one go…one strike…one bite…

How was Fredd going to stop them?

Fredd got between the two wolves, panic now clear on his face. “If one of you ever pounce, I’ll make sure t—”

Fredd’s lips smashed shut, his arms flailing as he quickly jumped out of the way and onto the bed when Zillon did just what he had warned him not to; pounce…

He pinched the bridge of his nose, a hand grasping his chest. “Zillon you…!” He sighed, sitting up. “I swear to god