CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
I was thankful I had brought my hand ax. It weighed like a million pounds now in the fog of fight. I gripped it with both hands.
I put my left foot behind me and anchored my weight on it, ready to swing.
But Gillian and Thad shifted into wolves and jumped in front of me.
The three wolves stared each other down in a tense standoff.
Cassandra took a step toward Thad and Gillian, but they didn’t back down. Soon, the wolves were in a three-way bite fight. Their jaws chomped as they wrestled each other.
Cassandra bit Gillian on his flank and Gillian cried in pain. She headbutted Thad, knocking him down.
“Cassandra, don’t do this,” I said, gripping the ax hard. My palms were sweating. One bite and she would be done.
Shadows dripped from Cassandra’s jaws as she stalked
