Her ears flick back, and she takes a step toward my hybrid.
He remains still, wanting his mate to come to him.
She whines, paws at the earth in indecision before moving forward and…
Her body is thrown to the side as another wolf slams into her.
My paw presses hard into the throat of the snarling wolf beneath me, his yellow eyes wide as he thrashes.
He howls—a long, broken sound—and the trees shudder in reply. More are coming. I can hear them in the underbrush, feet pounding, jaws clacking.
I lift my head, my ears perked, my gaze sweeping the chaos. Camille’s russet wolf is shoulder to shoulder with Tessa’s red form, the two of them a fierce wall of muscle and teeth. They move in sync, backs touching, facing off against three circling enemies.
Tessa snaps at a flank, and Camille l
