Harlyn
I reach for Thorin, but I’m too late. I watch as he attacks Diandra, and she falls down screaming. He took her off guard. He shouldn’t be able to do these things yet, and she didn’t expect him to have such strength or his wolf properly yet.
The pups do; they could shift at a young age and pretty soon learn how to partially shift, which most don’t learn or manage to do until they are adults.
Thorin’s speed was impressive, however. She didn’t have a chance to block his first attack, and he struck her on the arm, where she got me. Her wound mirrored mine.
I watch her stagger to her feet, and I move to protect Thorin. She launches her attack at him, and he moves effortlessly, his hand moving and slashing across her face where she had hurt me.
“Thorin, darling, no!” She’s a princess
