The world exploded into chaos.
One moment we were standing by the stream, the morning sun filtering through the trees. The next, the air was filled with the clash of steel, the snarl of wolves, the screams of the wounded and dying.
Caleb moved in front of me, his body a solid wall of muscle and fury. I saw his hands shift, claws extending, eyes blazing gold as his wolf surged to the surface. He didn't shift completely—there wasn't time—but he was more beast than man, and he was terrifying.
"Stay behind me!" he roared, even as he launched himself at the nearest Red Claw attacker.
I pressed my back against a tree, my heart pounding so hard I could barely breathe. My hands were shaking, useless. I had no weapon, no training. I was a healer, not a fighter. What was I supposed to do?
Finn
