"How many have you killed?" I ask, nodding my head in the direction of the Soulless that seem to be regrouping before us. They were closer to death than I thought they were but still just as dangerous. If I wasn't careful, I could lose my life to them. The wolf behind me starts growling again, this time in short intervals in a non-threatening way, and I come to realize that he was answering my question. I start counting the growls, including the three I missed and wait for him to finish before speaking.
"Twenty-nine?" I question, making sure that the number is correct. The wolf nods in response. Seeing his face twitch as he winces, a feeling of helplessness fills me. I hated seeing wolves injured before me, especially if they were strong. They were the protectors of their pack and wer
