A tense stillness lingered around us. Devyn confronted the three wolves, his teeth bared at them menacingly, and his stance ready to attack. The three wolves circled around us, their predatory gaze fixed on us as if we were prey. I could feel the confidence they exuded, clearly not threatened by us. In their heads, they were the threats themselves.

They'll be surprised.

I observed them closely, noticing the resemblance to Devyn with their dark fur and large bodies. Their fur was an inky ...