~Ezra POV~
He snarled, struggling. "You're dead, Del Piero scum!"
Calix lunged at the second, teeth sinking into fur, while Annalyn faced the third—a wiry wolf who charged her. She dodged, slashing with the dagger, and I felt a surge of pride. "Get him, Annalyn!"
She grunted, tackling him, but he was stronger, pinning her. I kicked him off, slamming my fist into his jaw. "Touch her again, and you're done."
He shifted back, human now, coughing. "You can't stop us. The Moon Alpha's ours!"
I laughed, cold. "Over my dead body."
The fight was brutal—claws, fists, snarls echoing in the night. Adrenaline pumped through me, and when I finally knocked out the last one, I turned to Annalyn. She was breathing hard, a scratch on her arm, but her eyes were wild, alive. My wolf took over, pulling her against me.
"You okay?" I asked, voice rough.
"Yeah," she panted, her hands on my chest. "That was... intense."
