#Chapter 162: Saviors

Nina The two werewolves jumped out of the woods. The black werewolf knocked the rogue out of the way just before it was about to get us and went tumbling across the forest floor as they fought. Meanwhile, the silver wolf circled around us protectively. Lori, Jessica and I stopped in our tracks. I knew instantly that the silver wolf was Enzo. A pained, choked gasp escaped my throat and I stumbled toward him, limping on my injured leg as tears streamed down my cheeks. I held my hands out, then began to fall as my leg gave out underneath me. Enzo quickly moved forward and crouched down, catching me. I felt myself fall into him and wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his fur as I sobbed uncontrollably. He didn’t shift back, but instead nuzzled me with his massive head as a low, happy rumble echoed in his throat. But we weren’t safe. The black wolf, who I now recognized as Matt from the night that we all ran through the woods, finally beat the ro