“Torin, we have a situation,” Wynne linked me.
“You think?” I growled at him.
We were losing. It was obvious. We stood no chance against the Elementals. All we could do was try to hold on long enough to give the rest of the pack time to escape, to get to allied territory and hopefully hide or find enough wolves to try to fight back.
But then they stopped.
The woman who was throwing blades of ice that sliced my skin like silver and surrounded my head with water so I couldn’t breathe, suddenly stopped. Her ball of water that had been floating around her fell to the ground, soaking into the thirsty dirt. She’d been toying with Wynne and I, able to kill us any time she wanted to, but then she just quit. I wasn’t about to take any chances, so I lunged, snapping her neck. She didn’t even
