It was more difficult than she set out to do.
Trying to control the wolves while staying away from their gaping jaws, ready to tear her apart was no easy feat.
Not after a good forty minutes of fighting because exhaustion was setting in and she had only Tristan and five warriors to protect her.
Nonethless, Isadore had to admit that Tristan was worth twice as much as half the enemies attacking him.
Though, as far as she could tell from watching Rhys on the training ground, Tristan was no match for him, there was nothing in his fighting style of the friendly, amused, irreverent Alpha that Isadore knew.
There was technique, precision and experience in his movements, years and years of battles and hard training.
And the five warriors of her escort were no less but it really could not h
