Then a smaller Shadowfang wolf broke from the circle, heading straight for Evie.
She couldn't move. Couldn't think. Could only stare at Nate dying in the snow while death raced toward her.
The Shadowfang was three feet away when Nate moved.
She didn't know how. Didn't know where he found the strength. By every law of nature, he should have been dead already. The throat wound alone should have killed him.
But somehow, impossibly, he surged to his feet.
Intercepted the Shadowfang mid-leap.
And paid the price.
Damien's claws raked down Nate's back as he passed, opening him from shoulder to hip.
The Shadowfang's jaws closed on his front leg, biting down until bone cracked. Another Shadowfang joined in, sensing weakness, going for his exposed belly.
Nate killed the one at Evie's throa
