I’d nearly closed in on him before the warlock managed to ready his next spell. The warlocks had clearly been at this for some time before Delila had fetched us, and his exhaustion was showing. The dark magic blot smoldered as it hit me square in the chest. Though the spell burned and bit at me, it didn’t knock me off my feet, and within another few seconds, I lunged, my front paws hitting the warlock squarely in the chest as he threw his hands up in front of his face. He only managed to scream for a moment or two more before I ripped out his throat, his blood splashing against my muzzle.
My wolf reveled in the miasma of gore and fear. His violence usually aggravated me, but today it was a boon. I only just managed to rein him in when Keziah appeared from deeper in the forest, two wolves
