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.
The sharp, acrid scent hit me first—unmistakably human.
