I reach into Angie’s body through the bond and begin to draw out her energy, savoring the sting. She twitches. The crowd holds its breath.
Then I scream.
The sound rips from my lungs like a banshee made of fire, loud enough to burst her eardrums. Blood spills from her ears, her nose, her eyes. She falls to her side, writhing, until silence falls like a blade.
I whistle once, and my wolves answer.
Tina and Troy grab her hands. Ash takes a foot, Callie the other. Abel grabs her by the hair. At my nod, they tear into her, vicious and merciless, bones cracking beneath their jaws. Blood arcs across the grass.
I whistle again, and two dozen more wolves descend like a tidal wave of hunger. They rip and tear until there’s nothing left but red-stained earth. Sandy trails the head away, tail hi
