His teeth have sunk in, and Leanna is trying to get rid of him, but he’s hanging on. The smell of her blood is ripe in the air, and fury fills my every cell. Howling in rage, I shift forms in a heartbeat and jump on the wolf. After tearing out his throat, I go for the one that’s sneaking toward Leanna from the other side.
These wolves are nothing compared to the monsters I fight on a daily basis. Within minutes, I’ve dispatched them all, but Leanna is still on the ground, her body quivering. Her eyes are unfocused, and as I rush to her side, I curse myself. What the hell was I thinking, letting her deal with them? These individuals were skilled fighters. Even though she got a few of them, she was still vulnerable.
Her blood is pooling around her. That one wolf got her deep in her belly.
