Chapter 129

The moment Emily dodged Aimee's attack, I realized just how fast and deadly she had become. Her movements were fluid, almost unnatural. She didn't even seem phased by the blood of Vincent's pack staining her hands. It made my skin crawl, and my wolf growled deep within me, sensing the darkness in her.

"Aimee, back off!" I barked, not wanting her to be too close to Emily's claws. If anyone was going to fight her, it was me.

But Aimee, stubborn as always, didn't retreat. She kept her stance firm, eyes locked on Emily like she was preparing for round two. I could see the fire in her, that fierce determination I'd always admired but feared at this moment. Emily was unpredictable, dangerous in ways I hadn't anticipated.

"James, we're in this together," Aimee snapped, her voice edged with frustration, as if she knew I was trying to protect her, but she wasn't going to let me. "I'm not backing down now."