DRAKE
I tore through the wolves surrounding me like they were paper.
Twenty wolves. Maybe more. Their howls split the night, claws raking air that used to belong to me alone. Every second they stole was another second Vera spent bleeding somewhere in the dark.
“Move!” I roared, the word ripping out of my wolf’s throat as I slammed a grey male into the dirt. His bones cracked like dry twigs. He didn’t get up.
Another leapt at my flank, teeth aiming for the soft spot behind my shoulder. I spun, jaws closing on his throat just hard enough to feel the pulse flutter, then flung him into the trees.
“Get out of my way!”
They weren’t trying to kill me. They knew better. They only needed to slow me down.
And it was working.
Every body I flung aside bought them more time with her. My lung
