The doorway filled with teeth, knives and anger.
Elowyn’s hand twitched toward her satchel, but instinct—raw, alien—snatched control of her body. Her knees bent fast before she even thought, and then she was flying into the air.
Her palm slammed against the floor, and her body somersaulted, boots landing hard on the narrow dorm rail above the hall. She squatted there, breath ragged, every sense alive.
For a heartbeat she didn’t even believe it was her—didn’t believe she’d moved like that.
But her body had known what to do.
Alpha Billion’s lips peeled back in a slow, wolfish grin.
“Interesting. Instincts at play.”
One of his men lunged.
Elowyn’s legs coiled and shot out and she sprang, slamming into his chest feet-first.
They crashed against the stone wall, and her elbow snapped ba
