#Chapter 41: Matching Marks

Darren Everything happened in a blur, even for my own keen werewolf senses. The dogs charged, their wild eyes locked onto Lucas like predators zeroing in on prey. Foam dripped from their jaws, their pupils blown wide. My muscles tensed, instinct screaming at me to move—to get between them and Lucas, to protect him with everything I had. But before I could even react, another form was throwing itself into their path. Aria. Her body collided with the nearest dog—a German Shepherd that had seemed harmless and sweet just moments ago, but now looked like it had gone feral. I watched in horror as its teeth sank into my mate’s calf like a knife slipping through butter. Aria’s scream cut through the din, but it wasn’t just any scream. It was piercing, otherworldly—unlike anything I’d ever heard before. And the effect was immediate. Suddenly, every single dog froze mid-attack, their ears perking up as if they had just been commanded by a high-pitched