For once, I didn’t have to fight my wolf for control. That meant I could think clearly, even with chaos all around. We were on a mountain ridge, the valley far below. My mind raced. Could I use the wolf’s strength against him?
He circled me, blocking any chance to run toward the road. My back pressed against the cliff. One wrong step and I would fall. He relied on his speed and balance, thinking he couldn’t be stopped. It was time to prove him wrong.
He lunged. I stayed still for a moment, then dropped flat on the ground as he aimed for my throat. I caught him with my legs, keeping him away even as his claws ripped my jeans. Pain shot through my back and legs, but I stayed curled up, keeping him off me.
I pushed against his chest with all my strength. His weight carried him forward, and
