Chapter FiveMonica lifted her bow, drew an arrow, and nocked it in one smooth motion. The wolf charged out of the bushes and landed on Cavus’s back. She let the arrow fly, her hand grabbing the next one before the first one impacted. The arrow caught the black wolf just below the ribs. Cavus swung it off his shoulders sending it flying into a tree.
She fired her second arrow—miss. The third was on the string when the wolf charged her. She stepped back as it came at her and let the arrow fly. The flat head was meant for hunting, it was the only thing she used the bow for. The arrows caught the wolf in the roof of his mouth and sunk deep into his brain. He fell in a lump to slide to a stop.
“You okay?” she asked Cavus.
“Am I okay? Monica that was amazing. How?”
She hadn’t stopped to thin
