chapter 118

chapter 57. Enemy in Shadows BELLE My thoughts were cut short by the sounds of growling and hissing coming from somewhere behind me. It sounded like people were fighting—a lot of people. Vampires and werewolves, if I had to guess. My stomach took a dramatic dive when I realized I recognized the owner of the growls. I would know that sound anywhere. It was Grayson’s wolf. I sprinted in the direction of the noises, my heart racing as the sound of my mate’s distress only seemed to grow louder and more intense. Even in the dark, what I found was worse than I could have ever imagined. There were two men, one with silver-gray hair and the other with pitch-black hair, both looking out into a clearing of trees, their backs to me. The bigger one was standing, dressed in all black to match his hair, arms crossed over his chest in a casual manner. The other man was crouched down low, his long, brown, hooded trench coat skimming the ground. His arms were held out in front of him, and