Then a blur of tawny fur slammed into the brown wolf, ripping it off me. Thalia — I recognized her coloring, the scar across her throat — tearing into the enemy wolf with a savagery that made Fao's kill look gentle.
"Get up!" Corvin's voice, from somewhere near the back door. "Move, now!"
I scrambled to my feet, slipping in blood — whose blood? I didn't know anymore. I spotted the .22 on the floor, grabbed it. Sixteen rounds left.
Gun tucked into my waistband.
The cabin was chaos. Fao and the gray wolf were locked together in the living room, rolling through the debris of my furniture, neither giving ground. Thalia had the brown wolf pinned, her jaws clamped on the back of its neck, slowly crushing. More wolves poured through the broken windows — some enemy, some loyalist, impossible t
