There was a short reprieve in Volcan’s attack that gave Peri the opportunity to glance at her sister, who was no longer slumped like a rag doll over the healer. She held her hands up muttering under her breath as she built the shield’s resistance. When she appeared to grow weak, her sister did something that made Peri scream at the top of her lungs. Lorelle, with a look of fierce determination on her face, turned and bit into the healer’s leg like a rabid dog. The snarls of the wolves drowned out the girls’ screams. Peri put her hand on the tree and pushed herself up. She was on her feet when she looked to see why Volcan wasn’t blasting her ass and lost her cool, if she ever had it, when she saw him hovering over the next healer. He hadn’t cut her yet, and Peri would be damned if she would
