THERESA
I stole a glance at Gigi.
Somehow, somehow, she managed to dodge, to claw back, to keep moving. Somehow she managed to stay in the game.
And Tyce… Tyce was surrounded. His growls were labored, desperate. Blood dripped from his muzzle, painting the white snow red. He fought like all heck, but there were too many. His body was buckling. His attacks were slowing, weakening.
His gaze kept flicking to Gigi with worry in every line of his expression.
I barely had time to react from each attack before another wolf launched at me. I threw myself forward, dodging, twisting. My claws sliced into exposed flesh, hot blood spilling over my paws, staining the snow. My enemy yelped, but I couldn’t stop. Another attack was already incoming.
There were too many of them.
Tyce howled.
A warri
