Alpha Lamont had moved back with his father, leaving lines of warriors between us. "Kill her mate, that will make her vulnerable," he said. "ATTACK!"
Fifty on four would normally be a short and violent fight, and this one was too. The first ten wolves who ran towards us were shredded as Randall and I tore through them like they were nothing. Blood sprayed everywhere as we ripped out throats or knocked the bodies flying. The wolves in the second rank were shocked, and several pissed themselves when Randall let out an angry growl. If they thought Randall was the weak link in our group, they were wrong.
We kept moving forward, and this time the warriors were not eager to engage. The Alpha was clearly commanding them, forcing them to come even though their wolves wanted nothing to do with us
