Wolves fought foxes on the packhouse lawns as well as within the house itself. Damian joined the battle, his fury carrying him through.
He grew tired, but battled on, when suddenly a familiar scent hit his nose. He whipped around in time to see Anna shift into a beautiful, blue eyed, silver wolf. She joined him in the fight. It took time, but they drove the foxes out. They had their share of casualties.
Anna shifted back and quickly covered herself. She panted heavily, her wounds not yet fully healed.
"You're bleeding," Damian said. He pulled her into his arms and carried her toward the hospital.
"I'm okay. A wound just reopened. I'm fine."
"You're not fine. You shouldn't have joined the fight. You could've gotten killed."
"I couldn't just lay there listening to the fight go on.
