Lilly
The wolf moved.
One second, it was standing between me and the men.
The next, it launched itself at the closest kidnapper.
He barely had time to react.
The wolf clamped its powerful jaws around his arm, and with one vicious jerk of its head, it tore his lower forearm away from his body.
The severed limb hit the floor with a sickening thud.
The man’s scream ripped through the cabin.
Blood sprayed across the floor and splattered the wall as he staggered backwards, clutching the mangled end of his arm.
I slapped a hand over my mouth.
My stomach lurched.
I was going to be sick.
The wolf dropped its gaze to the bloodied man for only a second before turning towards the other kidnapper.
The second man had been slowly edging towards me while the first had been attacked.
Now he
