Enzo's POV
Damien's rage, a palpable wave of fury, propelled me from his office. I dragged Clara and Leo through the back entrance, their cries a deceptive symphony. My heart hammered, a frantic drumbeat against the unsettling reality. He was coming, his anger a raging inferno. Good.
That fury was our shield, buying us precious moments. Clara, face streaked with tears and dirt, clutched Leo, her wide eyes searching mine for answers I didn't possess. Leo, bless his quiet soul, pressed against her, his breath shallow. So small. So vulnerable. Yet, within him pulsed a power threatening to unravel our world.
Run, Enzo! my wolf snarled, urgent. Faster! They are coming. All of them.
I pushed Clara harder, ignoring her gasps. We burst from manicured gardens into the untamed wilderness. The ancient trees leaned in, their gnarled branches like skeletal fingers, both concealing and threatening.