BELLA POV
It was chaos.
Not the dramatic kind people talk about when they spill tea or lose a shoe.
I mean real chaos.
Wolves everywhere.
Huge, ugly wolves with teeth like swords and claws like knives were fighting, biting, slamming into each other like they had lost their minds. Fur flew through the air. Blood hit the ground. Growls shook the trees.
And somehow—
Half of them were trying to kill me.
Me.
Little innocent me.
I stared at them in disbelief while ducking behind Logan's arm as one body flew past us.
"What did I do to these beasts?" I demanded. "Seriously. I just got here. I haven't even insulted anyone properly yet."
Another wolf lunged in our direction. Logan shifted one step, kicked it aside without even looking, and it rolled away like trash.
Rude.
Impressive.
But rude.
