Layla
A scream escaped my lips as the three-headed wolf almost bit Jody's arm off.
“Get away from him, you bastard!” I bellowed, and without thinking, I sprinted, tackling the wolf off Jody. The wolf and I landed in a heap on the ground, and I groaned as my head connected roughly with the ground.
It would be a miracle if I didn't have a concussion at this point. The wolf was still stunned, and I realized that we still had a chance to run. Ignoring the throbbing in my head, I rushed off to Jody and helped him off the ground.
“We have to go now,” I said, supporting his weight, and he groaned in response, favoring his bitten arm. The abnormal wolf was on its feet in seconds, and I swore under my breath.
“Layla.” He rasped, and my eyes darted toward him. His skin was pale and shiny with
