Lawrence’s POV

The moment I saw Camilla fighting against that rogue, something inside me snapped.

"Let her go!" I roared, my voice shaking the ground.

The man holding her sneered, his grip tightening. "Make me."

My view blurred with rage. My wolf clawed to the surface, demanding blood. I was already moving before I even processed it, my muscles coiling like a spring, ready to pounce. But before I could reach him

A swirl of action from the side.

A huge wolf struck out of nowhere, ...