Stacy's POV
Furrowed lines appeared on my forehead, and my eyes instantly snapped open. It was dark, and I felt a bit hazy, but then I looked around only to understand what was going on.
I gasped, but kept shut. I didn't know what was happening well enough, but from the looks of things, it was obvious that we were under attack.
"You need to do something, you need to help him…" my wolf urged me, but I was too scared to. I didn't know what it took to fight. I refused his training earlier, and now I feel like it was a huge blow.
Suddenly, the scent pierced through my nostrils. There were two scents, actually. One of them was the scent of a rogue, and the other was the scent of metal. It was blood.
My eyes widened, but I remained calm until I heard a growl behind me.
"Ahhh!" I screamed, running towards the battle, but I was grabbed by one of them. He seemed like he was the leader, I guess.
"It's over!"
