The Fenrir wolf wasn't something most pack members ever expected to run into in real life. To a lot of them it was nothing more than an old legend passed down through dusty history books and half-forgotten campfire stories.
Very few Alphas, Betas, or warriors had ever bothered studying its abilities in any real detail, which meant almost no one present truly understood what they were dealing with.
Even those who had read about Fenrir wolves years ago would need time to dig through old texts just to remember their strengths, and more importantly, their weaknesses. Unfortunately, time was the one thing they didn't have right now.
The instant Corvine charged forward, Daeva noticed him. Bloodfang and Axel were stronger than she'd anticipated, keeping her locked down long enough for someone else to make a move.
Her crimson eyes immediately locked onto Corvine, and then she spotted the syringe clenched tightly in his hand. Pure panic flashed across her face.
