~Serena~

Worry crescendos in my chest as the three wolves move in my direction. They had the eyes of a lethal predator, and I was in their direct line of sight.

Steadying my feet on the ground, I thought of the best way to get out of this situation without hurting anyone. If this guy behind me was telling the truth, they were under some kind of compulsion, a compulsion to mark me.

I can take all four of them down, end them even, but what good would that make? Clearly, something was going on ...