Chapter 83 Escaping the Wolf's Den.

The cabin erupted into chaos the moment the Westville pack members stormed inside. The dim light barely illuminated their snarling faces as they lunged at us, their claws extending and eyes glowing with the feral intensity of wolves preparing for a kill. I barely had time to react before one of them was upon me, his teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Instinct kicked in, and I ducked low, feeling the rush of air as his claws swiped just inches above my head. Noah was beside me in an instant, his dagger flashing as he slashed at the attacker’s arm, forcing him to retreat with a pained howl. “Margaret, get the map out of here!” Noah shouted, his voice strained as he struggled to keep the Westville wolves at bay. Margaret, still in her coyote form, dodged between the legs of one of the attackers, her lithe body moving with incredible speed and agility. She darted toward the gap in the wall, the precious map clutched tightly in her jaws. But the Westville pack wasn’t about to let her go so