CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
Isabel
Taylor's body is still, but her fingers are twitching.
She’s not unconscious but whatever they have put around her neck, it’s hurting her.
I look at the man who had put the collar around her neck. He’s frowning at me now, looking wary.
I don't know what's happening to me, but I feel better than before.
My body is burning with power as time stands still.
My strength has increased, and I no longer feel weak and helpless.
The werewolves rush towards me to tackle me, but I force Taylor's warning out of my head. These are the enemy. It’s kill or be killed!
I've never killed someone before, and as they charge towards me, I don't know where to begin, so I just use my teeth and claws, biting and slicing wherever I can, till I'm soaked in blood. They're seasoned fighters, and I take plenty of hits, but I can't stop. I have to save Taylor.
The man who collared her is watching from beside her, his expression growing more irate by the second.