Troy
We were outnumbered by three. Just as my wolf managed to get to his feet, another wolf threw himself on top of me. Around me, wolves roared, and I felt the pain of my shifters through their bonds.
My claws ripped through flesh, but they had the advantage. I needed to get to my feet.
Distantly, I heard Kiana scream again. There was a flash of orange, and fire seared my fur. Two of the wolves yelped and released their grip on me. I rose to see Kiana standing with a flaming log in her hand. Twisting, she picked up another log and swung it like a damn baseball bat.
Rising, I gripped the one wolf still attached to me and snapped its neck. It fell, lifeless, to the ground, and I launched myself at the other two. One jerked away just in time, and the other one and I rumbled to the ground
