The Warriors fan out in the narrow hallway. One takes Harris from me at King's request. "No," Skylar cries, refusing to let go of his hand.
"It's okay, we're not leaving him," I say softly. "I need my hands free to fight and keep everyone safe." I look into the eyes of the Warrior holding Harris. I don't know him. "Leave him only if her life is in danger."
He nods and Skylar continues crying.
The thought of so many hellhounds would have scared me to the point of insanity before my transformation. Now, a wild glee fills me and I do what I was born to do. The first hellhound that runs at me meets his end in one swipe of my claws. Now that I have the technique down it won't go to waste. Warm blood sprays when the next hellhound dies. Around me Warriors yell our battle cry. "Forward or die.
