When the wolf descended, Jonah expected his physical life to flash before his eyes. The damn thing blindsided him, and he heard Eva yell.
But his physical life didn’t flash before his eyes. Without thought, he gripped the wolf’s upper and lower jaw before he got a proper clamp on his throat. Those teeth hurt like hell against his fingers, and he could see blood coming from the wounds that were now gouged into his hands, but he knew it would be a whole hell of a lot worse if the wolf succeeded in biting down on his throat.
Jonah’s plan was to maneuver his feet so as to kick the wolf away, but before he could implement that plan, something very unexpected happened.
The wolf’s maw began to steam and hiss, as though Jonah’s fingers were scalding hot. It howled and distanced itself from him.
