August immediately responded with a high kick, her foot unerringly finding the wolf’s chest. She planted herself in position for another attack, her body taking on the perfect stance of a third degree black belt in Taekwondo. Darren held back, scanning the area for any more surprise visitors as she sent a flurry of kicks into the wolf’s snout. She backed him down the corridor, forcing him to retreat a step at the time.
Darren didn’t follow. He used the distraction to move the opposite direction, searching for any signs of life. He held a vivid image of the floor plan in his mind’s eye, including Oliver’s last known whereabouts. All of the doors down the hallway were closed, and he paused at each one, ear pressed against the heavy wood, listening for any sounds of life on the other side. T
