Three wolves lunged at me simultaneously, and something inside me snapped.
Not fear. Not panic. Something else entirely.
My silver-gray wolf rolled sideways, avoiding Marcus Stone's charge by inches while Derek Collins's fangs snapped at empty air where my throat had been. The movement was fluid and instinctual, like I'd been doing it my whole life.
Which was impossible. I'd never fought anyone in my life.
Derek's black wolf stumbled from his missed attack, and I didn't waste the opportunity. My shoulder slammed into his ribs with a force that sent him crashing into a pine tree. The c***k of impact echoed through the forest, followed by Derek's pained whine.
Holy s**t. I'd actually hurt him.
Travis Murphy's gray wolf circled behind me, going for the classic flanking man
